Check the discussion page for May 30th, 2012, after selling the bandits gear and divvying up the loot, everyone in the party should have 95 gps and 60 sps. Except for Silstaren, who got 55 gps and 60 sps. We also have a party fund back at Oleg's of 90 gps, 215 sps, 1 pair of silver earrings (unappraised) and a wooden music box (unappraised).
So I stand corrected, Thanks Halloran, as I had to quickly post what I though you had earned
"I thought that was the plan. A quick jaunt east, back to Oleg's and then down to meet the kobald's tomorrow. An extra night under the stars is fine with me. We can stay south of Oleg's. As you will."
On their way out Halloran says, If no one objects I'd like to stop at Oleg's, to pick up some of the furs we got from the bandits, as trade items with the kobolds. While we're there we can have lunch, or maybe dinner depending on when we get there.
Silstaren also takes his horse to the stables for cool down, feed, and watering.
Joining the others for dinner, he says to Alkaid, "Perhaps you should get out more. The countryside here is fascinatingly unique and getting less so all the time."
Silstaren is right, Halloran says. We're going out to parley with some Kobolds tomorrow, I don't think anyone would object to you coming along, if you so choose.
If you please lady, what is the desired outcome for your flock? From what I've heard about the River Kingdoms people take a rather casual view towards personal property, and they are downright fanatical about their freedoms. Halloran says.
I'm just curious, what you hope to accomplish and when you'll consider the job done?
So for future reference it takes about a week of successful Diplomacy checks to turn someone from Lawful Evil, to Lawful Neutral?
When you all wake up the morning air smells fresh after the small rain shower last night, the sun is just over the horizon and can see the clouds that left the rain in the far distance.
Silstaren is up early. He wanders up to one of the platforms on the wall to see the sunrise and fleeing clouds. Desna smiles on us today.
Drawing his curveblade, he runs through a set of sword dances. They consist of a series of slow, stylized cuts, thrusts, and parries mostly performed on one foot. The sun is a full palm's breadth above the horizon when he finishes. He sheathes his long blade and dashes down the stairs three at a time to meet the others and make ready for the day's trip.
Halloran looks around, Hmm, either he's not here yet, or he's not coming. Looking over at Silstaren, he asks, What do you think, should we search for tracks? or set up camp and wait for him?
As your both looking around you also notice Mite tracks on the ground.
two squat humanoids that seems to be nearly all head—an unfortunate
circumstance, considering how ugly its puffy blue face is, pops into view and attacks 1d2 ⇒ 1 Halloran