This article originally appeared in Pyramid #5

Master --

As you bade, I have journeyed to the stronghold of your erstwhile student Malconques, but I have come upon a mystery. Upon reaching his home I found it abandoned, overgrown and dilapidated. The locals in the nearby village apparently give the place a wide berth, swearing that it is haunted. Being a student of magic, and therefore undaunted by such peasant talk, it seemed fitting that I investigate. Upon entering the manor, I found the walls, floors and patches of the ceilings covered with old, moldy... cheese. In the highest tower of the place I found what I believe was the remains of Malconques himself -- rotting robes that covered a vaguely human shape composed of cheese as well. The form was still slumped over a desk, as if he had been feverishly writing when the tragedy occurred.

The only clue I have to what actually happened at the manor is the book which Malconques seemd to have just completed when he died. Entitled "Malconques -- The Autobiography of a Cheese Whizard," I believe it contains a whole new college of magic.

I have enclosed the book with this letter for you to study, but I implore you to use the utmost caution in your research. Surely the fate that befell Malconques awaits others who delve too deeply into the dark world of cheese.

Yours,

Spud