Year 201 of the Fourth Era, Fredas, 22nd of Last Seed

I came across a small, privately owned mill a little bit away from where I found the stone. Ordinary enough, right? That's what I thought at first. A retch-inducing stench almost seemed to bellow out of a small shack near the main mill house. I inspected it, and at first it looked like a fairly normal game storage hut. Venison was strewn across the table, and rabbits hung on a metal ring attached to the ceiling. But when I looked closer, coated in blood that slightly camouflaged it, a ripped up shirt. Under the table? There was a human ribcage! I had stumbled upon the lair of cannibals, or perhaps vampires. Either way, I knew what I had to do. I marched straight into the mill house and was greeted by the owner, some pale-faced nord woman. Before she could finish her sentence, I caved in her skull with my mace. I left soon after, as I could find no trace of another one of the foul beasts. 

Now I'm here outside of a cave with a man named Valdr. I spared him a potion, as he looked pretty damn banged up, and he told his tale. His group was tracking a bear when it ducked into the cave. When they followed, they were immediately torn apart by spriggans, with him being the only survivor. He has asked for my assistance, and I've obliged. I've never fought a spriggan before, hopefully I'm prepared.