"Thank you for the bread. It smells wonderful!"
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"Let's see if Larz is here, or who he's left in charge if he's not."
Kesni quietly accepts the bread with a confused look on her face, still not used to this attention. ”Well that was odd but...nice.”
To Gudada’s comment, Kesni nods. ”Yes, let’s get this creature to the tannery. Larz will be impressed with this.”
The tannery itself smells of varying chemicals. It's located on the eastern riverbank of the town. Larz is currenlty out on the dock bordering the river of his establishment filling up a few buckets to take them back inside.
"Larz! We accidentally found ourselves fighting this bear. We thought it would be better if we brought in to someone who can reap the most benefit form the carcass rather than leave it rotting in the forest." He acts like he's just seeing the buckets. "Here, let me fill those buckets and haul them inside while you look at the bear."
Larz visibly surprised by four people and a rather dead bear, see's a man pick up some buckets and starts moving them inside "Uh...bear you say..." he stands up wiping his hands on a rather stained leather apron. "Have we uh...met?" he asks, looking at the group, marginally intimidated by the orc's and vaguely recognizing the man in the bandanna.
Larz is a rather short man, standing at just over 5'3, he's very lean. You would be surprised if he weighed 100 lbs soaking wet. The sinews of his wrists clearly visible as he rolls his shirt midway up forearm are very small one would almost say dainty, but what you take note of is a very strange star-like tattoo.
Although surprised his eyes are sharp and he appears to be taking you all in very quickly.
Azorius looks at the tattoo curiously, people often drew inspiration from the stars but in dramatic and somewhat more accurate ways. Various religions, organisations and nations all drew upon them, he tried to recall if he had seen this one before. "I'm Azorious Var, scholar, wizard and occasional caravan guard."
"Met? Not especially. But a few of us have spent enough time here in town to know of you and your business, here." 'Dada points at the building. "Seems like the best chance to make the best use of the animal."
He smiles briefly as the Elf and the Orc introduce themselves, the hesitation towards the Orc slowly diminishing as the clear spoken common comes through.
Larz nods the startle ending as if Gudada's answer is clearly the obvious answer "Yes, absolutely." He looks at the beast inspecting it from a distance. "Holy seven hells. An impressive beastie in either case. I'm glad to see such a specimen" He walks over and begins inspecting it in various fashions. Moving along the body, opening it's mouth, checking the size of it's appendages.
"You'd be willing to sell it to me?", he looks back at the group.
"Yes at a reasonable price as long as you are willing to pass on the favour to your customers."
"Well, that sounds fair. How does 87 gold sound? I think I can get that fairly for this" He continues examining the bear. "Is there anything else I can do for you other than this?"
"87 gold sounds like a marvelous start to a negotiation. The bear was an accident, killed as we tried to defend ourselves from it. It nearly took her life. Surely such risk and danger is worth another 40 gold?"
He nods, inspecting the size of the bear once more, the very nice pelt catching his eye, and the relatively little damage to it. "I could surely arrange that"
He enters his shop to return with a small sack of gold. "Thank you kindly"
"You are welcome, thank you."
Once they are headed off. "Well not a wasted outing but a shame that the amulet wasn't discovered. Does anyone have any preference of what to do next?"
"We should probably report to Sherrif Hemlock that most of the goblins his men spotted were eaten by a bear." He stops in his tracks and looks at the others. "Wait. Did anyone count goblin parts? I don't think we know how many the bear caught and how many got away."
"I don't think so but the bear had made such a mess it would be a bit of a grizzly jigsaw to figure out that mystery but I suppose some could have gotten away."
Sheriff Hemlock is currently located in the Garrison. Easterly of the tannery.
The group proceeds to the Garrison. "We are here to speak with Sheriff Hemlock."
The two young militia men standing guard outside of the garrison almost looks startled as you ask for the Sheriff. One of them snaps out of it " Umm...oh, the Goblinslayers. Yes, of course. I'll take you to him. This way" he nods to his partner, and waves you with him, inside through the garrison.
You follow him through what seems like an infinite number of intersecting pathways and stone cobbled walls. Eventually the room opens up into a larger what one would call 'War' room. The wooden floor creaks underfoot. Sheriff Hemlock is there speaking with an elven woman.
He notices you and waves you over to the table they're both standing around. A map of the area is open on the table.
Azorious smiles before speaking up."Sheriff Hemlock we've had no luck recovering the amulet stolen from the tomb but we found a few goblins who had been killed by a bear while following up on it. We wanted to link in with you regarding this in case you had more to say or guidance."
Hemlock nods weighing the information "Very well, it's unfortunate the Amulet wasn't found, but it could have been in a myriad of places. In fact" He looks over to the elf woman "That is why Shalelu is in town. There have been a lot of Goblin activities in the area."
Shalelu speaks in a very melodic and soothing voice, her eyes convey a sharpness matched by her elven beauty "Yes, particularly around Thistletop"
The Varisian is visibly uncomfortable as they move through the sherrif's "offices". He nods at the elf, but isn't his normal vocal self, though his eyes are flitting about, examining everything around you.