Caravan Anxiety

Our caravan of merchants comes up from the south, year after year, to sell our goods at the Fortress of the Talon. The local people there have long been mesmerized by our exotic wares. The Lord of the Fortress was ever a generous man. I've always looked forward to our yearly meeting. Well this time around turned into quite a tragedy! A pack of Wraiths ambushed our caravan, killing our family members and stealing every last bit of our wealth and possessions! Those murdered shall not return in this lifetime, but having our merchandise back in our hands would certainly revive the spirit of our clan, for then we could return to business. Will you retrieve our goods for us? They were taken by the Feligar Berserkers of Dragon's End.