"The pleasure was all mine." Abstalar replies. "Be careful."
"I'm always careful." Gwenwhyfar replies with puppy dog eyes. "Bye, see you."
Then she follows Ameiko to the rusty dragon.
Ameiko leads the way, and once at the Rusty Dragon, she tells the others what door to knock at, to meet the Harrower.
Abomentolor knocks at the door. "Open the door. We're from the Historical Buildings Administration and need to question you about the events at the Windsong Abbey."
The woman looks at the group with disbelief. "Who are you?" she asks. "No, matter. Come, buy me something to drink and I'll tell you." she adds. She closes the door and walks to the taverns front room, sits down at a table and waves Amaiko over.
"I found a new donor. Bring me the usual." she tells. As her audience has settled too she tells the story.
"I was on a journey as I noticed smoke rising from the abbey and detoured from my path to investigate. As I approached, I found a strange, small pointed cap of crimson felt that appears to have been soaked in blood."
"A moment later, a boulder - the size of a horse - landed not 10 feet from me. The giant that threw it at me was at least 40 foot tall. I fled, but I'm still not quite sure how I survived other than that I'm always been good at running away from monsters."
Ameiko brings a slate with a fried saussage, mashed potatoes and kraut and a mug of ale. "Enjoy your meal."
"Have you considered serving my brew?" Abomentolor asks Ameiko as she puts the mug down.
"For now bring me one of that too." he orders and puts a coin on the table.
"The people here know you. You think they would buy a beer with your face on it?" Ameiko asks, checking if the gnome is serious.
"My beer is the best. Hundred bottles for free and they won't drink anything else anymore." Abomentolor boasts.
"Okay. You bring me 200 bottles, I give away the first hundred for free and sell the rest. You get paid when it's empty. Delivery is free for me, I sell it for two and buy it for one silver. Deal?" Ameiko suggests.
"It's nice to see someone give him a hard time." Jimmy chuckles to Ameiko
"What's hard about that? If Gwenhwyfar volunteers to make the deliveries, it is a good enough deal." Abomentolor objects.
"Oh it is a fair deal. But she dictated the terms. Not you." Jimmy chuckles
Abomentolor shrugs. "Who cares."
"What are we doing with the story about the abbey?" Gwenhwyfar asks.
"Yes!" Pilla agrees that she should be the center of attention. "I even have the hat I found."
"Something special about it." Tauriell asks.
"Look yourself." Pilla replies and pulls out the pointed red cap, that looks like it is dyed in blood.
"Oh, a redcap." Tauriell exclaims.
"Thank you Mrs. Obvious. Everyone can see it's a red cap." Abomentolor replies.
"You're welcome Mr. Oblivious. Just so you know. A redcap is a small evil fey that wears hats soaked in the blood of their enemies." Tauriell explains.
"I heard of them. I don't look forward to meet one in person." Gwenhwyfar comments.
"But back to that 40ft tall giant. How did it look? Give me a detailed description." Tauriell requests from Pilla.
"It looked just like a man, only much larger. He wore crudely stitched together furs. And he was unwashed. And large!" Pilla tells.
"That's a relief." Tauriell tells. "That's a hill giant. A very, very large one. But only a hill giant."
"It's good that is so big. More fame for us." Abomentolor comments. "How do we get there? I don't really want to walk."
"Ride by horse?" Tauriell jokes.
"We could get some at the Goblin Squash Stables." Gwenhwyfar tells.
"Why not. It's still early. Shall we go?" Tauriell asks.
"Yes, lets go." Gwenhwyfar replies. "Thank you mam, for your time." she thanks Pilla.
She grabs her pack and gets up to leave. Once the others are ready too she walks to the Goblin Squash Stables together with them.
Daviren Hosk, the owner of the Goblin Squash Stables, calls out as he sees the group approaching. "Oh hello! My favorite gnome! Where have you been? How many goblins have you killed since the last time we met?"
"Hello Davrien." Abomentolor replies. Thinking for a while he admits "Not a single one, if I remember right."
"Why is that? Falling on a hard time?" Davrien asks worried.
"Quite the opposite. I got a expanding brewery, a nice home with a bar/Cayden Cailean Temple in it at ground level. And for the killing we moved on to bigger targets."
"But if we are not in a hurry I should visit you. Maybe we can go on a goblin hunt together."
"Yes. Because today we have no time. We need four horses to get to Windsong Abbey." Tauriell interrupts.
"So you're rich now AND in a hurry? How about I make you a special price? You give me 400 gold and I give you four saddled horses." Daviren suggests.
"Why not." Abomentolor replies without flinching and starts counting out platinum.
"Hey, I've been joking!" Davrien says raising his hands in a defensive gesture. "It's 340 like for everyone here. Especially those from Sandpoint."
"Good to know you're no cut-throat. But if you plan on getting rich, that is the wrong way." Abomentolor comments, but stops at 34 coins anyway.
"I am rich already." Davrien replies as he accepts the the payment. "Have fun with the horses."
"I don't want to have fun. For fun I do other things." Abomentolor replies. He walks into the stable and looks what he bought.
"These horses have no saddles." Abomentolor tells. "And I need a ladder."
"I'll fix that for you." Davrien tells. "But you have to promise me not to burn the poor horse when you don't get along with it." he jokes.
Then he saddles the horses and leads them out. For Abomentolor he gets the climbing aid.
Tauriell swings herself with one smooth move onto the horse. "I wish you a good day." she says and spurs her horse on.
Windsong Abbey is approximately 120 miles north of Magnimar as traveled via the Lost Coast Road. As you approach the abbey’s vicinity, the rolling hills, light forests, and coastal cliffs give way to devastation. Farm fields scorched black, houses turned into jumbles of timber, and the mangled remains of half-eaten livestock rule the view. Turkey vultures wheel in the skies above, and the smell of ash and decay taints the air even now, weeks after the initial destruction was wrought.
The structure offers a sad spectacle. What were once two of the most impressive structures of the complex, the central chapel and the great guesthouse, have been almost completely destroyed. The tallest building of the abbey complex remains the 150-foot-tall Pharus Pharasmae, a white marble lighthouse, but now that the chapel and guesthouse lie in ruins, the second tallest structure is the 60-foot-tall gatehouse, followed by the 40-foot-tall chapter house. The Windsong Tower, connected to the main complex by an elevated corridor and standing more than 100 feet above the foamy waters of the reef, is the only part of the abbey that seems not to have suffered any kind of damage during the recent assault. The abbey grounds also show signs of abuse and destruction, especially the service buildings and the graveyard.
In the background you hear the sound of the wind blowing through the pipes built into Windsong Abbey.
Tauriell looks around if she can see what caused the destruction.
As you ride closer to the abbey you notice some large creatures snoring in the ruins. One of them scratches his head and sits up. As you rode onto the plain in front of it, you are at a disadvantage if you wanted to stay hidden.
"Well those are obviously the giants."
Jimmy says, "And I think the best plan might be to hide, or to close distance quickly if they are throwing rocks."
Abomentolor casts fly on himself. "I woudn't advise to close in. It is going to be hot there." With that he rises into the air.
The giant that sat up notices as Abomentolor rises into the air and start to shout - or roar? - to wake up all the others.