In Search of Heroes

Game Master verdigris

At The Rouge Lady

Hollin opens the door and announces "Chrys" to the women inside, though in all likelihood, several of them do not even notice. "Rallah", the auburn haired woman from the window, appears to be doing the best of the lot.

"Thank you so much! I thought...." her eyes cut towards Hollin, and she stops, continuing after a moment with something perhaps less dire than her original thought. "I thought it would be days longer.

Rallah and Hollin help treat the rest of the women, which uses four of the five doses, leaving the last one for herself.

Does Chrystosm stay to help nurse the women, or merely drop off the medicine?

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At Laurel's

Dorial and Laurel fill bottle, jar and vial with curative, though they wait until Simon and Othoe return to begin sending them out.

"You're back! How did it go? Is Jurin alright? Is Kreed satisfied?"

Seeing that they've returned, Laurel convinces Fritz to begin making deliveries.

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Slight Temporal Distortion:

Kast tends to Fleur throughout the night, on occasion waking up to feed the girl more water, but mostly sleeping the chair next to her or on the floor near her bed.

In the morning, Kast will rise with the sun and, as usual, spends a few moments stretching and rubbing his left leg, trying to regain some semblance of motion or movement from the tender and aching flesh. After accepting his burden, Kast will spend some time to mediate to Irori and focus on the god's example of perfection, seeking to achieve it himself in every act and with every thought.

Kast will check again on Fleur, hoping that she is strong enough to tend for herself so that he might take care of other pressing matters.

Kast will briefly check the kitchen and pantry for some food to eat (leaving a few coins hidden in Fleur's room to pay for them) before returning to Laurel's.

Throughout the night, Fleur continues to improve, until just before dawn, she begins to urge Kast to find a true bed to sleep in. "I'm fine," she insists, and tries to rise to prepare a sleeping chamber for Kast and for Nimeon, but they manage to convince her to return to bed.

In the morning she is saddened but not surprised to find them gone when she wakes again. They must have so many to help, and he stayed with me all night!

Unless anyone has anything else they wish to do for the evening, the rest of the night passes with little sleep for all but with the town in a much better position in the morning. The group are seen as Heroes, with only 3 more people dying of the plague before receiving the cure.

The sun dawns bright and warm for an autumn day, and though the town isn't quite back to itself, more people are in the streets, and nearly every establishment that would normally be open, is again open.

"Let's get back to Laurel's, Nimeon."

Kast grabs Nimeon on his way out the door, his mind on other thoughts.

She was a hero's burden.
But such burdens are honors to be won, gifts to given.

Kast will limp back to Laurel's, taking in the town in the morning light, hoping to see inklings of normalcy back to the town.

When he finishes his thoughts, he will begin to share them with Nimeon.

"With Laurel hopefully distributing and making the cure. Maybe we should see about selling our treasure from our expedition, then maybe we can buy some better equipment. I've been dreaming of that weapon you spoke of, Nimeon: the bardiche."

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At Laurel's, Kast will inform Laurel (and the rest) his success with Fleur and Nimeon's description of what happened to Eli.

"...so the blood was clearly from Eli. But yeah, apparently some serious stuff has happened here. Are there lots of people missing? What has happened here?" Kast looks to Laurel for an answer.

Dorial welcome's Kast when he arrives as Laurel's. "Are you sure it's Kreed's men? Perhaps we could track the wagon back to its source."

She will explain how all of the cure was bottled up and how Othoe and Simon helped distribute it to those that needed it.

***

Once everyone is in one spot again and in the morning.

"I think we have two options ahead of us at this time." She gives a brief pause, "We can look for Eli, and possibly any others that are missing, or we can find out what caused this plague and hunt it or them down. I fear that if we spend too much time dealing with issues in town, we may have to acquire more ingredients to cure the plague all over again."

She lets the others think about the options and discuss them before she comments any further.

"Friends, some delicacy is required here, Othoe did a fantastic job of helping convince Kreed that he needed to share any information he could with us, under the condition of anonymity of course. It seems the threat to his own son may have changed his perspective somewhat." Simon relates the gist of the conversation with Kreed.

”Might want to talk to young Yerstyl, that lives behind the paper mill. Both his mama and his papa done died from this s!#@. I thought it’d get him too, but he went a little crazy. He thinks he’s on to something, but he was scarin’ folks so I had to lock him in for awhile. But start there. Maybe he knows something.”

"Remember, Kreed's name stays out of this, he was clear about that." Simon rolls up his sleeve and shows the fresh bruise from Kreed's 'tap' to his shoulder.

I'm assuming (hopefully not wrongly) that we are all together, possibly gathered around Laurel's table and possibly drinking tea, and enjoying our morning of quasi-success in curing much of the disease.

"By Iomedae's infinite flatulence, we have decisions to make, don't we? Taking care of the townspeople or fixing the dang plague? Not an easy decision. However, the thing that bothers me is that I really don't know yet how bad it is around town. The town might be able to stand for a while longer, but I just don't know."

Kast ponders a bit more, happy for others to express their thoughts.

"Maybe we spend the morning interacting with whatever townspeople are about and get a story of the last two days. Might even be able to figure out where Eli is and his condition. Also, we might be able to sell our loot and buy some proper weaponry for whatever obstacle we choose to face next."

As the group gathers in the morning, townsfolk begin showing up at the door. The first, a young mother, grateful for the life of her child, begins to cry almost immediately, but hands over a sack of flour.

after several moments, she bobs a curtsey, and heads out.

One after another, they come. The local blacksmith, the manager of the general store, A tradesman that was passing through - pay their respects and leave gifts or offer discounts on future business.

As yet another is standing in the doorway, a young girl comes running up, "That orc is in the town square! Come see, come see!" and runs back the way she came.

I too am assuming that everyone has returned and you are now all together at Laurel's.

Chrystosm will have stayed and helped, made small talk (etc.), or taken Hollin out into the yard and made good his promise of training just to keep him out of the ladies' hair. However, in the morning

Chrystosm takes the flour, smiling.

"Ha! All we need is some eggs and sugar and we can have pancakes! Othoe, you can cook, can't you? I bet "gnomes" can cook as well as halflings!"

He turns his head with a puzzled frown on his face as the young girl comes running up.

"That orc? What orc?"

K. Local Untrained: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

That orc?

"I am with you Chrystosm, what orc are we speaking of?"

"Ha! All we need is some eggs and sugar and we can have pancakes! Othoe, you can cook, can't you? I bet "gnomes" can cook as well as halflings!"

"Cooking is not one of my talents. With Prestidigitation I can make a bland meal better, but that's the extent of my skill. I'm happy to try though - with your assistance."

"I agree with Kast, we need to liquidate our assets and improve our position before we run off to check the mill, search for the boy, or really dig deep into the cause of the plague. All things being equal, I think the bloody trail of the boy should be followed up first."

"That said, the town stood before we arrived and we should not think that it would have fallen if not for us. We saved the day sure enough, but let's not get too full of ourselves."

...later...

"Orcs? In the middle of town? Could be a scout. I say we breakfast later and check this out right now."

Othoe rises and heads for the door.

[dice=K. Local Untrained]1d20+1

That orc?

"I am with you Chrystosm, what orc are we speaking of?"

Kast tries to stop everyone from panicking just yet...but he does feel a certain worry in the pit of his stomach.

"Is it likely that they are just talking about Eli, the boy who works at the Squeaking Truck? I mean, I suppose they are talking about a real orc, but this isn't Lastwall. I thought this was gnoll territory."

Kast rises and begins to put cups and saucers away. He even begins to push in chairs and straighten up around Laurel's as he prepares to go.

We are guests here.

"Let's get our loot to sell and go into town to check on this 'orc' and find out what's going on, eh?"

Kast goes the pile of loot and starts handing stuff to people to carry out.

In the town square, a small crowd has gathered near the big tree. The murmur slowly roiling out as the group approaches. Many of the people standing nearby visited Laurel's earlier. Two of the men are arguing about how best to proceed.

"No, we can't just cut the rope! the fall could kill him if he isn't dead already! We should wait for the Heroes!" Zephram, the butcher glares at Glinter, but it is too late, as Glinter, being non too bright, cuts the rope without waiting, dropping a large bundle to the ground with an awful thump.

Simon rushes up to the bundle to see if anything can be done for the hapless creature, or if it has already passed into the afterlife?

"I fear Kast is right, we have most likely learned the fate of poor Eli, and well before I could track the wagon as Dorial suggested."

Nimeon will brusquely move to the bundle and open it.

Eli's head sticks free of his bindings, but removing the rest reveals the boy's many wounds. Bruises cover his body, as well as many small punctures.

"There, I told you! You killed him."

Simon's heal check: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

After several long moments, Simon announces that the boy is only *mostly* dead.

i.e., he's dying, but not dead.

Dorial rushes over to Eli and attempts to aid Simon in stableizing him.

Heal check:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

"Don't worry, we'll save him."

Quick as he can, Simon casts Cure Light Wounds on the boy.

CLW: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Kast looks around for someone who might know what happened to Eli.

"Does anyone know what happened? Who did this? And why?"

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8 Diplomacy

"Let's get him back to the Sitting Duck. Maybe Fleur will be in a position to repay the Eli's favor and take care of him until he's up and going again."

Unfortunately, no one seems to have seen anything. Upon coming to, Eli's first thought is for Fleur, then when questioned, he says he can't remember anything. Fleur is more than happy to take care Eli.

"Thank you all...again. You have done so much! When Brahm returns, we'll make sure he knows of all you have done."

Kast thinks to ask where Brahm is, but realizes that someone has already told him and he just forgot or that he'd rather not know the answer just yet.

I have too many problems already. This is not the scholarly assignment I wanted.

Kast smiles as Eli and Fleur seem safe and goes back to their main focus: selling the gear and finding out what is going on in town.

Kast walks to the local blacksmith/weapondealer and introduces himself, seeing if there is a market for the goods they have to sell.

Othoe joins Kast.

"If I can help, let me know. Otherwise I'll just be here in support."

Kast looks at the gnome.

"Uhm...sure...we're selling stuff and finding out what happened here over the last two days. And what happened to Eli, too. Also getting some new weapons."

Kast smiles at the idea of a soldier's weapon: the bardiche.

"Did I hear you wish to divest yourself of some merchandise, friend?" Turning at the voice, Othoe finds himself staring into the eyes of a middle-aged, real live, gnome.

"Brickasnurd Hildrinsocks, at your service," He bows low, with great gravitas. "I run The Goose and Gander, the general store.

A slight shadow crosses his features, but he forces a smile. Business, after all, is business. [b]"Please, when you are ready, come see me. It would be my pleasure to do business with the Heroes of Falcon's Hollow!"

Simon will accompany Kast on the mission to the merchant, hoping to add a little local influence to the selling and buying prices.

"I don't need anything, Kast, but I'll see if I can help you get a good price on your new Bardiche."

Seeing as too many is a crowd, Dorial heads back to Laurel's to find out what information she has about what's been going on since they left.

Uh oh! Stay calm...

"Simon, what do you seek? In equipment that is."

"Well, the only thing that I could use is a cauldron, but without the right ingredients I can't use it anyways. However, if we invested a little in materials I could try to brew a few healing potions for the group?"

Kast smiles and shakes Hildrinsocks' hand.

"Wow. I've met more gnomes in this village than I have in my entire life in Sandpoint. Nice to meet you."

Kast begins to pile equipment on the counter.

"We need to sell some equipment and buy some other equipment. Simon, Othoe, why don't you two help arrange good prices for our gear?"

Kast looks around the shop.

"Mr. Hildrinsocks, do you happen to have any weaponry around? Armors? What kind of selection do you have?"

Nimeon searches the area around Eli for tracks.

Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23 25 vs. Humans

Nimeon will then assist Eli in returning home and then follow with Dorial.

"Best we not go alone. If Kreed didn't do this then there is another force at work."

Unfortunately, Nimeon, The crowds that gathered wiped out whatever tracks that may have been left...and though you didn't attend with Simon and Othoe, their relation of things with Kreed make it sound less likely that it was him.

Brickasnurd Hildrinsocks studies the young "gnome", begins to say something,then thinks better of it. Instead he nods once, then twice. A small bobble of hair on top of his head wobbles with the motion.

"I'm sure I can help you with what you seek. At least, with the inks and weapons. I know people, you see." As Kast begins to pile things onto the counter, he sobers, looking at everything.

"Oh my. Yes,I see. Quite the adventure you must have had. *Quite* the adventure. Yes, Sir, I can talk to the blacksmith for you, if you like. He work together, that sort of thing."

Brickasnurd is able to take all of the stuff off your hands. Each character gets 529gp.

After Othoe makes his purchases (and donates to the Curing Fund), he turns to Kast and the others present.

"I still have some cash left over - and while there are things I mean to purchase, I don't have the funds to do so yet. Simon, if there's something you need, I'm happy to loan you the funds to get it now - as long as you pay me back of course."

Othoe thinks for a moment.

"I suppose that goes for all of you really. We're a team now and should work together pooling our resources at times as we did for the wand."

Kast spends a few minutes inspecting the various armors, wishing Chrysto or Nimeon were around to talk wartalk with.  Kast looks around but disappoints when only Simon and the gnome are around.  Kast imagines how the conversations might go.  This might be happening at the Blacksmith.  Wherever works.

Kast sighs for no reason at all and then moves to look at weaponry...at least he knows what he is looking for here. 

Kast will look at the wall of weapons and imagine himself using some of them in combat...some (like the short sword) he rejects outright as not a good fit for him.  Others (like the blowgun) just seem silly to him.  Why would I want to dart someone when I could just go up and hit them?  Yet others are just not good fits for a warrior (like the whip) until he eventually comes to what we was seeking:  the bardiche.

Kast will take the weapon off the wall, but not before looking around to be sure that there were no angels/faeries/damsels/generals standing around to hand him some blade of unknown power.

In the stories, soldiers never buy their own weapons.

Kast hefts the weapon a few times and carefully mock swings it, trying to get a measure for the weapon.  Evidently deciding that the weapon will work, Kast buys it.

Can't be worse than the longspear.  I trust Chrysto and Nimeon.  I should go practice with this.

edit: blasted ninjas!

at The Goose and Gander

Kast sees no damsels or other persons in need of rescuing. While he is musing, Brickasnurd sidles up, grinning a little as he looks at the weapon, " Oh that is a nice one, yes indeed! Very nice, very nice. The client that ordered it, sad to say, didn't wait around to collect it. Now, I doubt he'll ever be back for it. Went out to hunt dragons, he did, out in the deep woods. Been gone for a month or more. Look at that," he points out, tapping on the dull charcoal grey blade, "That's real cold iron, that is. We don't always have that in stock around here. You should have it, Falcon Hero! You should indeed. I need to get the blacksmith's money out of it, of course. Not much I can do about that, but...."

He pauses then grins wide as Kast agrees to the purchase.

The (real) gnome is happy to help with everyone's purchases, and reminds the others that The Goose and Gander is *the* place to find all they're heart's desire, at least as far as commodities go.

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When all the purchasing is done and the others head to Laurel's, they find the woman nearly asleep on her feet.

"Thank you friends. Your help has been invaluable through this crisis. while I know that some of you are natives, and others are new to town, I do hope you consider staying around awhile. Please find the source of the black scour dust, so we can put this unpleasant business behind us." She looks as if she would say more, but stops, and instead hugs each of you in turn that will allow it, then excuses herself.

"I think I will open the doors again tomorrow. Today, I need to rest and regroup. I do have a few more doses put away, should they be needed, but it will be a blessing return to normal."

Othoe smiles weakly at Brickasnurd and scampers from the shop quickly.

He knows! He can see one of his own. Damn, hadn't counted on that, there aren't supposed to be any Gnomes around here. Hrm..

Othoe considers what it will take to silence Brick' and decides that would be too obvious.

Better to take my lumps I guess - but a few scrolls first in case the 'meeting' should descend into combat. I'll go tomorrow - or maybe the next day.

Othoe thanks Laurel, "Thank you blessed lady for your curatives! Would you like a guard on your house while you rest or do you think that time has passed? I'm sure we'd be glad to keep the common folk away for a time if you wish it."

"Oh thank you, Othoe. No, I don't think a guard is necessary now. I didn't think so before, that was Kreed's doing, to make sure Jurin received the first dose. I'm glad the boy is well, but he isn't more important than the rest of the town." Her smile is bittersweet at that, for the boy seems like a good enough kid, when he's not trying to impress his father.

"I should be fine, Othoe. Thank you, though."

Othoe smiles at Laural and leaves smiling broadly. We did well by this town.

He heads over to Simon's place and finds a nice quiet corner. He sets out some paper and the rare inks he just bought and begins to scribe scrolls. He works all afternoon and into the night lighting candles as the darkness grows around him.

In the end, he stands, spent but happy with his labors.

Othoe spends 50gp of his inks and scribes the following scrolls:
- Color Spray
- Magic Missile w/Topple
- Magic Missile w/Topple
- Grease

Othoe grabs whatever scraps may lie in the kitchen and settle in to his bedroll for the night. In the early morning, fresh and alert, he memorizes a new slate of spells.

While the others are waking, Othoe tries his hand at breakfast (Profession(cook) 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17) supplementing it liberally with Prestidigitation for extra flavor.

If I only had my spice weasel we'd really have something!

Another victim of the Dweller on the Forum Threshold... posted this earlier on this evening, but it got et.

Beer? Pie? Pie? Beer? Beer pie? Masterwork rapier? Beer? Beer! Pie!

His mind made up, Chrystosm goes and gets a damn beer and a pie, before trolling over to the blacksmith and spending a great deal of time making sure smith knows exactly what he's supposed to be doing. Having worked up a thirst, he decides that his tankard of stout could do with a little friend to keep it company. And another. And another...

Later on that day, he re-enters the herbalists, jauntily but unsteadily. He returns Laurel's embrace enthusiastically, planting a sloppy kiss on her cheek as he does so, then sits down heavily in a chair, smiling vacantly and singing to himself

Kast smiles at the ease at which the gnome shopkeeper confirms the sale and makes Kast feel good about it.

"Does it have a name yet, shopkeeper?  Has it tasted battle yet?"  Kast asks, as if he had ever tasted real battle before, imagining real battle to involve armies and generals and hordes of orcs or gnolls. 

Kast thanks the man for his purchase and after confirming the sale and needs of others, heads back to Laurel's.

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Kast will spend the late morning practicing with his new weapon in the woods, feign attacking and defending against a variety of foes, concentrating on both keeping his balance and using the perfect motion with each swing.

Practice makes perfeckt.

After about an hour of practice, Kast will return to Laurels with a big, pleased smile on his face (a completely different kind of smile than the own Chrysto currently sports).

"Chrysto, listen here: you were right!  This weapon just feels 'right' to me." Kast holds out the bardiche for Chrysto to see/hold.  "Yeah, I'm still getting the hang of it, but man, it can just sing through the air.  And, what's more, I don't find myself as off balance as often," Kast grins.

Nimeon goes through his morning routine of running, climbing, and archery practice. At the end, he will begin seeking out relatives of the woman whose bow he carries, seeking to return it to the rightful people.

After this, he will seek out the blacksmith and look for an affordable composite longbow.

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"It's a very nice bardiche Kast. Have you given any thought to who started the plague we've so recently found a cure for?"

Dorial spends the rest of the afternoon and evening researching as to where the source of the fungus could be coming form.

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In the morning, she prepares the same spells as the previous day and joins the others at Laurel's. When she walks in, she notices Kast's new weapon. "That's different than you had before. Does it work better?"

"Here, Kast, this is for you and Chrystosm." Simon hands his pile of gold to Kast, keeping only a few pieces for himself. "It is more important to me that you guys have good armor to keep you safe, than for me to have any silly trinkets. Whatever you don't use for armor you can give to Nimeon to get the bow he's been wanting."

after 125 to wand, that's 400 gp for the armor fund

Later at Laurel's place, Simon, blushing fiercely as he glances at his companions, speaks with Laurel of his growing 'problem'.

"Dear Laurel, I fear that I need your help! Ever since the exploration of your attic my dreams have been unnaturally vibrant and waking life has been dull. I've been steadily getting worse these last few days, at times I can barely discern between the dreams and reality. Is there any thing you can do for me, this is much beyond my minor skills as a healer."

If Possible, his embarrassed blush grows even deeper.

"I did make a deal of sorts, well, a bargain, that's been a helping a bit with clinging to reality. There was a, ah, an entity in Ilzumula's cottage, that offered both to free Kast from a hungry cauldron and to give me power with no limits." Simon looks absolutely miserable. "You should have heard Kast inside that thing, I thought it was eating him alive! It wasn't the offer of power, I swear it!" Simon strokes Llwynally's fur as he tells his tale, subconciously finding comfort in his little fox companion. "But now there are times, that, well, that I don't quite feel myself. I don't know if it's the dream problem or the bargain with the entity, but I feel stretched thin, like not enough butter scraped across a piece of toast."
had to sneak in the Bilbo Baggins reference

Though Nimeon searches all day for the family of the owner of the bow, he doesn’t have much luck.
“Nope, can’t say that I recognize it. Shame, that. It’s a fine looking bow. But I’m glad you stopped by, son, yes I am. “ The old bowyer pats his shoulder, chuckling softly, “I found this piece in the last batch and think it could make a fine bow, in time. Of course, it’ll take me a bit, but oh when it’s done, it’ll be beautiful! Of course, I have this old one if you’d rather have something now."
He will sell Nimeon the regular bow, if he wishes, or begin work on a MW strength bow (str,2) for a 1/3 deposit.

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I loved the reference

"Since the attic? What happened in the....Oh!" It is her turn blush now,as Laurel puts two and two together and comes up with 8 legged babies their dearly departed mother, and the possible source of Simon’s problems.

"Yes, Simon, I think I can help you. There's a ....treatment...if you will, that I can show you. It would be a bore for the others, I think, but come by tonight and I'll... I'll be happy to help you."

"That's different than you had before. Does it work better?"

"Oh hey, Dorial. Yeah, this one is a beaut, ain't she?" Kast holds up the axey-sexy blade, admiring. "I don't know that it works better...and I'm still getting used to it. It's more of a chopping motion rather than a thrusting one. I hope it allows me to maintain my balance better for more accuracy. In addition, the chopping motion will allow me to use my height to my advantage, chopping is usually an up-down motion."

Kast smiles goofily at his new toy.

* * *

"It's a very nice bardiche Kast. Have you given any thought to who started the plague we've so recently found a cure for?"

"Yeah, she's purdy, ain't she?" Kast smiles goofily at his new toy, full of man-pride, a moment of reverie before returning to the seriousness at hand.

"I guess we should leave in the morning. We should go talk to that man Kreen suggested...and follow the path from there, right? We needed today to get ourselves settled, I think. Tomorrow, we can start fresh and nicely stocked."

* * *

"Here, Kast, this is for you and Chrystosm." Simon hands his pile of gold to Kast, keeping only a few pieces for himself.

Kast looks at the piles of coins, then at Simon, then at Laurel.

He isn't right. Has he ever been?

"Oh, thanks for the offer, Simon...uh..." Kast thinks about the nice soldier's armor that he saw at the shop today and wishes he had it over the current standard militia issue studded leather, but politely declines. "I appreciate the offer, but you should keep your monies. I don't know when or where I'd be able to pay you back."

Forgive the continuing RP of Simon's storyline, I still need to play Kast as a bit unsure of Simon's stability...especially after the Squirrel King hug. I love the Simon character and what you're doing, but I gotta respond in character as well. I hope it works for you.

"Here, Kast, this is for you and Chrystosm." Simon hands his pile of gold to Kast, keeping only a few pieces for himself.

I've *got* some armour. Still.. Chrystosm shrugs (mentally) then smiles at Simon.

"Thanks very much!"

"This is a fine bow, I wish I could find the elves that crafted it. In the meantime if you have wood and yew for a bow I could use I will happily pay you part now and part later."

200 gp for the 1/3 deposit.

The next morning dawns bright and cool, though clouds hover in the distance. Laurel wakes early, and wakes any that stay at her place soon afterward.

Kast will pray, train, then eat and be ready to move out in the morning, happily using his new bardiche as his new walking stick.

"We talk to who again? Where? Othoe? Simon? I'm still pretty new in town. "

Othoe, feeling emboldened by the scrolls in his tube, scurries to walk side by side with Kast.

"We need to find the source of the black scour in the well. We should follow up on the lead we have from Kreed."

”Might want to talk to young Yerstyl, that lives behind the paper mill. Both his mama and his papa done died from this s@&@. I thought it’d get him too, but he went a little crazy. He thinks he’s on to something, but he was scarin’ folks so I had to lock him in for awhile. But start there. Maybe he knows something.”

"So Simon, do you know this Yerstyl?"