A castanic charlatan came by recently, extolling the virtues of ingesting ashes made from the mane of a unicorn. Specifically, it'll put a little steel in a man's shaft.<BR><BR>Naturally, my idiot husband, Kerman, ran off to find a unicorn. He headed south, near Twisted Vale. Bring him back so I can give him what for! (This body is heavily trampled. Hoof-marks are clearly visible and a tuft of hair is still clenched in his fist.) Oh, Kerman! You fool! What am I going to do now?