Brangar's Folly

Now, we've got meat in our bellies? but meat alone doesn't hold a line. What we really need is bread?long-lasting, filling, proper dwarven food.

There might be a solution, but it's a risky one?

Far to the northeast lies Brangar's Farmstead. Well?what's left of it. Folks call it Brangar's Folly now. Brangar was once the richest farmer in all the Grim Reaches, owner of endless golden fields.

When the Dragonmaw came, he refused to leave. Said he'd die before giving up his land. And so he did.

Some say he went mad in those final days? others whisper he was hiding something darker. I don't put much stock in tales?but one thing's for sure: no one's claimed the grain in his granaries. And if any of it's still good, we'll put it to use before the rot or worse takes it.

Head out there and see what you can find. Ten crates of grain should be enough to get a proper stockpile going.

Be careful out there?

Scouts say Brangar's Folly is home to darker things now than orcs.

<Mountaineer Lightboots pries open one of the crates, sifting the grain between his fingers.>

Hmm? aye, I've seen fresher grain in my days? but this isn't bad. Mold's only hit a few sacks. With a little work, most of it's usable.

<He pauses, glancing around, voice dropping to a low whisper.>

Still? you saw what that place has become, didn't you?

Good job, <race>. It's better we have this grain than whatever was lurking there. But if I were you? I wouldn't speak too loudly of what you saw. Some truths are better left buried.