"When I hired you I rather hoped you would be defending the manor rather than breaking windows and assaulting my household," the Graffine grumped as she followed her guards into the room. She was wearing the largest bearskin Camilla had ever seen, and it still seemed to struggle to cover her impressive frame.

"My Lady, they attacked me, they stole my medicine, they..." Von Michenkomph blubbered. 

"What kind of medicine is this?" Camilla asked. The doctor cut his eyes between Cydric's sword point and his mistress.

"It is the ... thing I told you about, for the Graph's ...nerves," Von Michenkomph said, visibly deflating. 

"He told us he thinks it is what the trees are after," Camilla provided, keeping her pistol leveled. The Graffine seemed to sag slightly and cast a weary look at the doctor.

"I told you there were risks," Konrad said, "In the old tale a single tree creature was all that came. How could we know that it would be so much worse this time? It is helping the Graph isn't it?"

"Perhaps if we could all put out weapons down?" the Graffine suggested. The guards lowered their billhooks but Camilla made no move to lower hers. Cydric also kept his blade up and the dwarves, casting glances at the humans did the same. Something sinister was clearly going on and Camilla wasn't willing to bet that a noblewoman wouldn't ensure that the Temple of Sigmar didn't have any questions by dumping the bodies of four mercenaries into the snow.

"My husband... he is troubled in his mind," the Graffine said, her eyes on the weapons. "The doctor found an old tale in the histories about a grove of trees deep in the woods. The heart wood of the Great Oak was said to be able to cure any illness."

"I had hoped that we could administer a single dose and then return the wood before it became a problem," she explained. Camilla relaxed, lowering her pistol if not putting it away. Cydric followed her lead and lowered his sword, though he kept his grip on the doctors nightshirt.

"It helps, it clears his mind, but after a day or so the effect fades," she continued. Thor muttered something in Khazlid which definitely wasn't complimentary to humans and their damn fool ideas. Luckily the Graffine was either more ignorant of the Dwarven tongue than Camilla was, or content to let it go.

"How did the story end in the history?" Camilla asked, feeling her heart sink.

"The woodsman in the tale took the wood back into the forest, planning to return it, but he was never heard from again..."