[!] A note, hung upon the new noticeboard of the thus unnamed halfling village, from the pen of Sorrel R' Peregrin
Hello, to my fellow wee-folk. You may of heard, as of recent, little, from our resident baker Mondy Applefoot. Until recently, she may have been presumed missing in the rush to evacuate Bramblebury. However, I write to tell you that the worst has come to pass. Mondy Applefoot did not escape from Bramblebury, being found dead in her beloved bakery, a burnt cake still remaining in the cold oven.
If it is to some relief, I can say with certainty there is little sign of foul play. Having been trained in medicine and having observed several autopsies prior, I can confidently say that Mondy had died of disease, likely sudden in onset, though I cannot determine what form. Her body has been transported to our new home lands and stored carefully some ways north, where the frost clings to the ground year round, and unless her remaining family wishes to claim the body and take over care of it, shall be the first of us entombed into our new graveyard, once it is built
This has been a difficult announcement to make, as until now, we believed there to be no casulties of the plagues upon Brandybrook. Truth be told, I have spent many a day unable to tell the news of this to anyone to face, so I ask your forgiveness alerting you in this manner.
Among this time of rejoicement, with our settling into our new home and the voices of children once more filling the village, comes the time to once more mourn; mourn the homes and the lives no longer with us. Though they be not here, we will never forget their impact upon us, and as such, I ask us all to remember Mondy as she lived -- a wonderfully bright and kind woman, whom we will dearly miss.
-- Sorrel R' Peregrin.