You smash the portal gem into a thousand shards! With a burst of light and a shrill cry, whatever magic was imbued in the gem is released. Down below you hear the moans of the undead, withering away.

After a few minutes the moans die down to silence. The heat here is opressive, but you feel good. The undead are no more.

Game note: You may set the game to peaceful now if you would like.

You decide to rest before venturing back through the portal. As you sit flipping through Mage Zandell's journal, you notice an intresting entry.

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Random journal entry: "The Horn in my tower has broken again. I had a Gnome repair it, but he moved the keyblock. I drew this diagram, lest I forget."

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"Hmm, a horn eh? If anyone in Gladsbury is alive, I bet they would hear that. Maybe I should use the horn and see what happens."