The Barrow Does Exist!

Grannoc, he said!
 
The horse-man what approached us after we left the ruined town didn't have much to say. Can't say I'd blame him; it's a dangerous area and he hadn't a band or squad to call on. After a bunch of yakking about, he did agree to point us down the path of the dragon barrow we're after. Can't say if we should believe that mad druid either — but if there's one dragon in the area, let alone two... by Wordyn's knotted beard, indeed. We'll need every artifact and pointy stick in the foothills to drive those cruel beasts out.
 
He had no more yarn to spin about the cultists, but it has to be them. How many murderin' half-orcs named Grannoc could be slithering around this forest? No, I'm sure as I'm a Wyrmsfoot that it's them. I don't think the crew caught it in the wind, but as soon as we've dug up this sword, I'll drag this lot into those woods by hook or by crook and find that storm-sworn scum. Moesko. Fheralai. Grannoc will deliver my satisfaction and the location of their vile little brethren.
 
Auphelia, Tarvan. The wee ones. With the spirit's help, I swear I'll burn Talos' very name from this world for you.
 
The barrow itself weren't far, and I see how we missed it plain on our way north through this pass. Much older and more sunken than I even imagined. Maybe humans — or something else — were active 'round Neverwinter a fair ways before I thought? Barely a pile of dirt and bones fit for a rat hole, with the architecture to match. After we crawled in and got a look I can verily say there weren't a dwarf within a hundred miles of digging out this dung heap.
 
Like the horse-man said, the witch-lights were there,  and a fair bit more vicious than we thought. Fulmi smelled the damp and death before the first bolt struck us from the shadows, and her own bolts did naught but tickle the cursed things! As we fought them to a standoff in the dark barrow, Nesbit and the mercenary seem to have found some kind of ancient trap or mechanism — wizard's tools, no doubt; or whoever worshipped in this fell place. A bad sign.
 
Hold on — it sounds like there's a right commotion going down the corridor across the way...