Pilgrimage Pt2 - Bridgeton

A tale is related by Golderod to Quercius:

"The village of Bridgeton was a small riverside community of wheat and
corn farmers by the waters of the Red River. The villagers had made a
composite bridge of stone and wood to cross the river on the north side of
town. Such a marvelous piece of craftsmanship had not been seen for
centuries around, for Enchanted Dwarves had cut the setting stones and
carved the faces of the mason's on the central pillars as was their custom.
The wood carvings of the covered roof were crafted by halflings and some
say with the guidance of a Dark Elf for there is a set of relief's done in
ancient form found on Elven Ruin's from the early days of Chaos. Yet,
while all the villagers worked hard and proudly on this project, one woods-
man, Samnolle Tailorson was angered by his chores and role in the lumber
teams and sought satisfaction in his frustration by a deceitful sabotage
of the bridge. When making the planks for the Eastern floor of the bridge,
he substituted a slab of Demon Wood in the making of the plywood sheeting.

It should be noted that the flooring was cleverly designed so as to be
replaceable as traffic wore down the coverings, even though such traffic
could be borne over forty years of wear.

It took some thirty years for the inevitable to happen - a carriage
containing Samnolle's grand child over turned and she was killed on the
bridge. Yet, her soul was trapped by the Demon Wood and creatures foul
and false summoned forth to feast on the young one's fears and terror.
This caused the bridge to be a showcase of demonic power and horror.

The cries of the child could be heard all night and ne'er a person could
sleep or approach the bridge without being overcome with grief. Some
people moved away; others sent for the Shamans and Priest of Shanah, all to
no avail. Even a Giant Summoner from the Nomads of Doom was called and he
too failed to end the turmoil.

With hopelessness sweeping down stream and over the banks of the river,
a young Centaur Colt named Zarlin heard the cries in his dreams, and though
young for his chosen discipline of Herd Druid he boldly trotted for the
town. Approaching the bridge on the anniversary of Samnolle's crime, laying
down another piece of Demon Wood next to a fresh Meldorian bough and spoke
calmly to the torrent of chaos and screams about him:

"Young child of man, grand child of shame and crime, know that evil has
no power over you except that which you surrender to it. Feed the demons
with no fear and they shall wallow in their own nothingness and flee from
you as only their fears will remain. Fears are dangerous only to their
own creators, like all fears. Come to peace with those before you and
those yet to come, and you will rest forever in forgiveness and peace."
The passions faded and into each wood the spirits returned, never to foul
the place again. Whether his word spell worked or the power of his special
staves is not known, or cared to be known, but peace returned and centaurs
ow can pass the bridge free of tolls to this very day."

Find the bridge and replace a piece of the Demonwood with a piece of Meldorian to continue the cleansing of the bridge. Take the Demonwood to the Shrine of Morn.