Spirit learned many combat commands and not to shy away from the smell of blood or the sounds of fighting.
(Gold -350, Spirit becomes a Warhorse)
We rode north toward the Grey Mountains.
(Geography +3)
We arrived at the foothills of the Grey Mountains in the late fall of that year. I was worried about the weather, afraid that one good snowfall might trap us for the entire winter, but we ventured forward anyway. Our dwarf guide led us through a grand arch and deep into the mountain.
"Welcome!" the Dwarf Chief said in a deep voice as he smiled at us through his thick beard. "We have no time to waste. The blasted monster has stopped all mining and production."
He gave us maps to follow through the mine shafts to where they had encountered the beast. We spent the night in the dwarven halls and left the very next day.