9 Florst - Gibson's Mining Camp outside Aldrefield

A few notes after spending the night in Gibson's mining camp. Seemed to take everything I had just to get us here, the Lady's blessing turned part of the first batch of undead on the way to the camp but we fought through on fumes just to get here. The camp's been wiped out and, on top of a few undead, some scavenger was gorging itself on the remains that were left unburied. The youngsters that I've fallen in with show enormous potential, and the senior ones all have sharp eyes, between us, we should survive long enough to figure out what in the holy fuck is going on. If I couldn't save the boy, I can at least avenge him.
 
Gald finally showed himself the spineless fuckwad. Probably waited until there was a new problem to deal with so I wasn't so ready to rip him the fuck apart. At least he had the balls to be sad. I don't know if I am madder at him or myself for not getting us there on time.
 
We found three things of note at the camp. There was someone from the Bennet's company in the gut of the monster feeding on the bodies. It didn't really seem decomposed enough for the thing to have hauled itself all the way from another camp. The unlucky fucker must have been poking around here.
 
Second - someone was firing magic all around the camp. Whether it was part of the initial attack or something that happened later, it still raises questions.
 
The third thing was worse. More important. Much worse. Reynora took the last watch and spotted a white-haired armoured striding by the camp with two things in its train, plant monsters following it like attendants.
 
Hexagonal was able to pin down that the thing was undead, got himself attacked by lesser plant monsters doing so. But what are boy's if not risk takers. Reynora's tracking the thing through the woods on her own. Lady protect her as she does because I'll stake all the gold the Gibson woman's going to pay us on that thing being tied to what's going on here.