Page discovered from the Riddling Reaver's scattered journal:

“Hello me, it's me! Or you. Whoever's reading this anyway. I'm getting forgetful in my old age.

Speaking of my old age, I think it's long past time for me to hang up my hat. Getting long in the tooth, thin on the head, and slow in my step.

Oh, but I won't waste away in some tavern taproom, no sir! Not the Riddling Reaver. I called in a divine favor I was owed, got myself a crypt! Full of traps! All I have to do is lug my considerable wealth with me (including my special little You-Know-What) to Gallowshome, break into my own tomb, reset the traps on the way in, and get comfy in my sarcophagus. I think I have enough juice in me to last the trip, and I'll be so exhausted I'll just lie down in my crypt and BAM, dead. The perfect crime… I hope. Better bring something to read just in case.”




Scroll found in the empty sarcophagus of the Tomb of the Riddling Reaver:

“You know, that adventure getting in here made me rethink this whole death/retirement thing. I've still got a few years left in me. Why rush to my grave? Maybe I'll go visit Father Olaf again before I croak. That'll be a hoot!

To any adventurous young rogues who came in here after my treasure, help yourself! You've earned it. Oh, but sorry to disappoint… I had to take my favorite trinket along with me. Never know what locks I'll find!

Hugs and Kisses, the Riddling Reaver”