The monster's lair was located near a small shoal by the ancient ruins of an elven bridge. Wrecked riverboats, heaps of algae and the stench of rotting flesh unmistakably identified the spot to which the kayran had taken a liking. That, at least, is how it was described to me, for I was in no hurry to risk an expedition through the forest only to tease the cranky Old Man in his den. When the wind blew from the ruined bridge, one could smell for oneself that there was little exaggeration to the tales of the kayran's aromatic presence. It stank so bad my eyes watered.