Manticore Slain Near Adabra’s Windmill

Adabra Gwynn’s windmill stands where sensible buildings would not: exposed to weather, road dust, monster hunger, and the stubborn conviction of its occupant. The healer remains there still, which has caused some in Phandalin to call her brave and others to call her impossible. Both judgments may be true.

The manticore came as manticores do, with hunger dressed as negotiation and wings enough to make ordinary folk reconsider every promise they have made to stay somewhere dangerous. It harried the hill, threatened the windmill, and filled the air with the sort of tension that makes even a closed door feel thin.

Then the sky produced something worse. The white dragon, Cryovain, was seen above the hill, turning the encounter from local monster trouble into the kind of day people later describe with both hands around a cup. In the confusion, accounts claim the manticore lashed out at the dragon and drove it away before returning its attention to the ground below.

Whether that strike came from courage, panic, or the insulted pride of a predator, it did not save the manticore. The company faced the beast near the windmill and brought it down, ending the immediate threat to Adabra’s home. The healer, after her own difficult exchange with the travelers, supplied potions to those who had earned more than polite thanks.

Umbrage Hill now holds several truths at once. A manticore is dead. A healer remains where danger can find her. The dragon is no tale. And the company has learned that Phandalin’s troubles do not wait their turn in a neat line.

Those passing the hill are advised to keep weapons close, speak respectfully to healers, and remember that a windmill may look lonely from the road while still standing at the center of history.