Fonkin takes the letter... "It looks like we have an invitation from Fendil's father."
"It certainly looks like things are starting to line up on both sides", ponders Fonkin as he finishes a crisp pale ale. "Perhaps we should head out?"
Druids have no love for the dead that walk, so perhaps the prospect of this unnatural horde is bringing the island's druid community together a little. Fonkin hopes that the rumors are untrue, and reflects blackly on the possibility of walking corpses and squid-faced mindflayers.