>>11190316After quelling the feud and forcibly reuniting the petulant earls, Sir Gregory Caracal was in no mood to bandy about. When word reached him that possible news of the Grail awaited in the depths of Surewould Park, he marched right into that tangled mess. There are only rough tracks traversing that infernal wilderness and he was compelled to divide his companies to search the woods. To this day Caracal refuses to tell anyone how many of his host managed to reunite on the other side; scuttlebutt among the ranks is a local clan of bandits clad in hoods were robbin' his men left and right, sparing only those who agreed to desert and join their merry band.
He never did find the supposed clue either, poor sod.
