Sazerac comes running up, behind the group. "Eh, sorry, Lady Cloudy...I got distracted while spammin...er,
scanning the slopes for the lost collar. I do believe I know it's location, but it is a most dangerous journey. The collar seems to have flown into the caverns of the mighty Spam giants of the Northlands!"
The sage waited while the rest of the group stared in stunned silence.
"Yes, yes, we must make haste to the spell store. The gods only know what horrors lie in wait for us in the Caverns of the dreaded Spam Giants! We will need all the arcane artillery we can muster...."
