Gengar Whittlewood's page

i don't know...who ever heard a dwarf having class levels. What does that even mean? You either are a dwarf or you aren't.

Hey, dwarves need luv too.

aye, we can all use a little lovin' now and again.

Are there going to be any hot, dwarven chicks in this supplement?

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

"Sorry to be grumpy, but if we're takin' a vote, I cast my lot with the sheriff." Gengar says as he packs away his pipe.

"Ah, all this talk of smoking has suddenly peaked my interest." Gengar says cheefully. He takes out his pipe and pouch. Carefully pinching out the perfect amount he stuffs his pipe and lights up.
Drawing deeply he sighs and lets out a lovely torrent of spiced smoke.

"So you can smoke Smokegrass, huh? Not sure about that, but how about some Riddleroot - straight from the pirates of Riddleport?" He offers the pouch to Mitnal.

Shantare turns bright red, and attempts to look busy fumbling with her bag. She looks around, frantic for the bar maid to come to give her something to do.

"Tha's alright lass. I can not sing worth a dwarven explicative either. And my mind does not work so quickly as to be able to rhyme with any degree of cleverness. I can, however, enjoy their merry tune and appreciate the lightness of the occassion...ESPECIALLY IF I HAD A WEE BIT MORE WINE!" The last part was yelled across the bar room hoping to be heard over the din.

Gengar sits and watches his friends and the crowd. His lids grow heavy. The Basketweaver stands and somewhat uncharacteristically begins to tell another tale. These events have changed us, he thinks. He slips in and out of half sleep listening to the rain outside.

The lady running from the burning house intermingles with the knife-wielding twins on the moonlit beach. A goat-man dances with a fox and a lizard. A butterfly flutters nearby. She smiles.

The dwarf snorts and snaps awake. He looks around to see if anyone is watching and mutters something about praying to hide the fact he was asleep.

Gengar gets up, stretches, and wanders closer to Shantare.

"Tell me, lass, ya fight with that rapier but ya carry that big ol' crossbow. Are ya any good with tha' thing? My aim was a wee bit off during the big fight and I thought you might have a pointer or two."

"Hot spiced wine for my belly," the dwarf says trying to muster some cheer.

"I'm not a prophet," says Kinmorn, "But we are taught that the gods can foresee future events and at one time all flowed according to their divine wills in a preset pattern. Now the future is more uncertain but we are taught there are still those who can look into the future. I notice however that often their readings can have a number of interpretations. There is one woman here in town who some think can divine their futures for them. She is held in high respect by her own people."

"Aye, I have had dealings with her. I almost think she tried to warn me about the goblins...but that was only part of her reading and I have no idea what she might mean." Gengar furls his brow a moment.

The dwarf laughs. "Eh, I think the Basketweaver's mother had it right. Nevermind."

Gengar stands around while everyone finished their musing and the mayor gives his leave.

"I'm with the ranger, now what? Breakfast?"

"Yes, I agree." Shantare says to Jessa. "Finding the goblins would take a lot of time, time that we don't have. Also, we have no idea how large this Goblin tribe is. We might be occupied for a long time while the city is left undefended. It looks like there are few people who can actually fight."

"Yes, but finding and killing goblins is never a waste of time!" Gengar says. "My worry would be that the little buggers are being lead by something even more sinister in light of our recent discoveries." He points to the empty grave.

Gengar wanders around the cemetary a bit reflecting on the past couple of days. Then he remember his visit to Madam Mvashti and all the blood rushes to his cheeks. During his fortune, the goblin card had been drawn first. There was something about a burning house there too. Very interesting. Could she have actually foreseen the future? What were the other cards?

Some lovers or siblings on a beach, a goat-devil thing, a greedy guy with a poor house, and a butterfly. What does it all mean?

Gengar walks directly over to Kinmorn. "Hey, do you believe people can see into the future? Does your god give you that kind of power?"

Spot easily picks up the scent of the invaders and traces it from the wall, where the ladder still stands, to the gravesite and back. In a straight line. No wandering around. No dithering. No "should we take this one, or that one." The invaders came over the wall and made a beeline to Father Tobyn's grave.

"Alright then, can someone tell me about this Father Tobyn?" Gengar says gruffly.

"Now that's nasty." Gengar proclaims.

"Who in their right mind would dig up an old corpse...except of them necroromancers?" he wonders aloud.

"Merriment may have brought us here, but blood and sweat have tied us to this place and to one another. Your thanks are welcome but not required, fore I have gained more than was lost. I have also found in myself the capacity to return more than was taken." Gengar says with nervous confidence while glancing at everyone in the room.

"Mayor, Sandpoint is my home if ever there was such a place." the dwarf says somewhat softly.

Gengar follows the messanger. He is still a bit heart-sick over the fire damage. After the near death experience and the battle over the nobleman, he joined a bucket brigade and hauled water almost all night. Stangers shoved buckets at him and he in turn swung them toward unnammed eager hands. It never seemed enough but the fires were finally defeated.

Much damage was done, but the new church was spared. Gengar has a stronger sense of home here than he has ever had. And when he arrives at the cathedral, he sees his family of friends. He hugs Shantare and Jessa. He bows deeply to Kinmorn and Zathus. He ponders the odd little halfling a moment yes, I recall seeing him during the battle and healing the hurt, he's ok. the dwarf thinks and smiles warmly.

When Mitnal shows up, Gengar gives him a hug, too.

I am home with my family.

"Is everyone alright," asks Kinmorn,... then he remembers the burning buildings. "Sheriff, do we need a bucket line?"

Kinmorn moves over to the nobleman on the ground to see how badly he is injured.

"Aye! Don't dote over me, we gotta make sure those fires are put out..." Gengar yells a bit winded, but cheerful.

Gengar runs over and retrieves his axes and then joins any nearby fire brigades if nothing else exciting pops up.

I will be out of town the next two days...assume Gengar is present and helpful, but otherwise contemplative after (i) almost dying and (ii) being so ineffectual in combat.

Just waiting on Gengar to declare an action now, I believe.

DM:

Gengar curses his luck as his axe flings off into the distance. But his grumbling turns to a slight whelp of pain as the goblins surge forward and a blade finds the dwarf's side. He turns toward his attacker and swings his axe.

Atk: (1d20-1=18) Dmg: (1d6+2=5)

Gengar laughs as his swing seems sure. Then he deftly slips around behind any goblins toward his next victim.

hoping to flank or get behind one, so just in case - Tumble: (1d20+5=24)

His first axe flew true! Gengar turns and sees the charging phalanx of singing goblins. He pulls his arm back and tosses his second throwing axe toward the closest goblin. He then reaches down and unfastens his handaxe, readying for the onslaught.

Atk: (1d20=4)

I don't know why I was spared my first death only to plunge to my second, but I vow to take a few more with me this time, the dwarf thinks bitterly. If only I had any skill with these silly things...

"Here they come!" he hollars with a laugh.

Gengar stays close to Mitnal and Jessa.

The three of you (plus spot) stand for a moment catching your breath, covered in the blood of your enemies, as Mitnal (and probably Jessa and Gengar) come running up to join you.

Gengar moves forward with Mitnal and Jessa. It's time for some revenge! Once he gets to within 30' of one of the mounted goblins he hurls a throwing axe.

Atk: (1d20=14) Dmg: (1d6+2=6) Sneak Attack Damage: (1d6=2)

As you both make your way across the rapidly emptying square, you catch sight of the priest who was about to speak when the attack started running toward you. He examines Gengar's wounds and gives voice to what Mitnal already knows.

"He'll live. I can help him a little, but there are others who may need my help more." He whispers a quick prayer, and the dwarf's wounds lessen somewhat, enough to rouse him to consciousness.

Father Zantus cast cure minor wounds healing 1 hp, and putting Gengar at zero I believe.

The pain subsides. Suddenly the sounds of chaos solidify into screams and running. There is an overwhelming smell of something burning. Gengar coughs and sits up. He opens his eyes and it all returns. Goblins! Jessa! Pain! Gengar jumps to his feat, wobbles a bit and then looks around.

"Jessa, lass! I am so glad to see you ok! No help from me, I regret, but still, my heart is lifted."

"Mitnal! Basketweaver...I think I own you my life." he says with a slight catch in his voice.

Gengar turns to see Father Zantus. "Thank you' god for me, kind sir..."

Then Gengar reaches into his pocket and pops a small hand full of [/i]goodberries[i] into his mouth and reaches for his throwing axes.

Gengar chews up 6 goodberries to recover 6hp.

"The dwarf lives. I will carry him to the priest," says Mitnal handing his warhammer and Klar to Jessa. He shoots an evil look at the hypnotized goblins and says: "A snake is always a snake even when it wags like a tail."

He looks at the stage where he last saw Kinmorn and begins heading in that direction with the dwarf in his arms.

Gengar doesn't feel anything. He's not even sure how long nothing has dominated his existence.

Then, somewhere far away, a dim smell or maybe it's a throbbing color becomes noticeable. To accept the fact there is more than nothing is to accept a tide of softly surging pain. Pressure and weight, form and presence. I am not dead the dwarf realizes.

I wish the world would stop rocking so much and let me sleep, he thinks.

An explosion of pain ignites his brain as he mistakenly tries to open his eyes. Before agony claims his consciousness once again he sees the world on fire and that big basketweaver so close...

During Gengar's turn he just lies on the ground and bleeds all over the place.

for round three I call upon my Lone Wolf feat to make my stabilization roll - Stabilize: (1d100=6)

At the Bonfire:

Gengar

Your axe glances off the goblin's armor of scavenged leather strips. You take a small step away to get a little breathing room and move toward Mitnal and those goblins. You can't quite get in striking range of one of those two, but you've moved in that direction.

Your goblin spies an opportunity as you shift about, and lunges at you again, landing another blow against you. His grin seems to widen and his eyes sparkle with hateful glee at his success against you.

Gengar's goblin attack (1d20+3=17)
Damage (1d4+1=5)

Um, ouch! That attack, and the one previous put you to zero, do they not? Gengar's in trouble, folks....

The nasty little monster lunges and stabs Gengar again. The blade bites deep...and the pain threatens to overwhelm the dwarf. He no longer sees his friends. He no longer hears the desperation of the helpless townspeople around him. He cannot smell the flaming wagons. Every last ounce of life focuses on the grinning goblin.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Gengar knows he should back out of this fight. However, some deep-seated, ingrained fury boils away his self-preservation. Gengar lunges at the goblin, swings his oddly heavy handaxe, and falls flat onto the refreshingly cold ground.

According to here doing anything other than a simple move does 1 hp damage, moving me to -1 hp and unconscious.

Atk: (1d20-1=3) - and Invisible Castle let me down :(

Over by the Bonfire:

Gengar:

Gengar's goblin (1d20 3=20)

Yeah, Invisible Castle seems to have it out for you guys.

The goblin from under the wagon, who rushes out to attack you, surprises you by pulling a fake out, leaving you wide open. An opportunity the goblin takes with relish.

Gengar's damage (1d4 1=4)

Missing the goblin on Jessa's back, Gengar lets his swing carry him around. The commons are full of panicing people and singing goblins. It is chaos.

Just as expected, one of the nasty little fiends lunges and deftly changes the attack before Gengar can respond. The goblin's rusty blade slashes the dwarf's side and blood immediately stains his side.

"Augh! You will not live to regret that you motherless worm!" Gengar yells and swings his handaxe and takes a step back.

Atk: (1d20-1=10) & Dmg: (1d6+2=4) followed by a 5 ft step away from the goblin, angling to get within 30' of the goblins attacking innocents.

Gengar:

You yell out your warning and draw your axe, only to see five more goblins appear out of nowhere, coming from the south end of the square. There are two carts of straw fuel and lumber for the bonfire nearby. One about twenty feet away that the first goblin you spotted is hiding under, and one right behind you.

Four of the five goblins have moved generally toward your vicinity, and are menacing you, Mitnal and Jessa, as well as other bystanders. The fifth goblin simply appears on top of the fuel wagon behind you and jumps on to Jessa's back, brandishing his cruel knife and wildly trying to grab a fistful of her hair to hang to (though he hasn't succeeded yet).

Racial hatred momentarily washes through the dwarf as the whole square seems overrun by goblins. Gengar raises his axe and hesitates the slightest moment as Jessa wrestles with one of the buggers on her back.

I'm not sure which goblins are still considered flat footed. I ready my action to attack the "nearest" goblin after Jessa attacks - my hope is that she flings it off. IF she doesn't I'll swat at it with the flat of my blade (nonleathal) hoping not to hit her! IF she manages to dislodge it, its mine.

in other games I have been in we always roll attack and damage (even if the attack appears to obviously miss) - let me know if you prefer something different

Atk: (1d20-2=7) & Dmg: (1d6+2=8) & Sneak Atk Dmg: (1d6=5) if applicable

...and of course my damage is incredible with such a miserable attack roll - sorry Jessa

Initiative: (1d20+3=20) - Invisible Castle likes me today!

Gengar spots a nasty little scourge dash under a cart and kills a dog with a brutal little makeshift sword. It growls and bares its teeth as it notices Gengar staring right at it.

"GOBLINS!" the dwarf yells over the din of the chaos. "Mitnal, under tha cart!" and he draws his handaxe.

surprise rounds limit me to one move action so Gengar draws his axe

While his friends chatter on, Gengar only half participates. In his heart, he has decided to try again at helping the noble spend his coin. The dwarf continually scans the crowd look for the young man, when...

Spot: (1d20+1=21) - natural 20! I can't believe it!

Jessa also takes a moment to chat with Mitnal and Gengar. "Hello, boys..." she grins, "It's nice to see you again. Are you planning on going to the consecration tonight for the new cathedral? Kinmorn should be there, too. And I'll bring Blackwing along as well. We could all stand together, if you'd like?"

Gengar spends most of the time keeping an eye on the frivolous noble. But when he hears his name he turns to Jessa. "Why, yes ma'am, thank you. I would be honored to be in your presence."

Mitnal wrote:

"Duh pihhhkaak ahh berry guhh," Mitnal says with a mouthful of food. He's about to add that, while they taste delicious with their precocious hint of peppery herbgrass, their presentation may be offensive to the totem spirit of the Great-Ocean-Mother-Fish whose eggs are as numerous in the ocean as stars are in the skies but thinks he shouldn't risk it before he swallows.

A voice speaks from behind Mitnal.

"Would you care to try some curried salmon? I've brought a plate with me. Specially prepared. There's even enough for Gengar, if he still has an appetite left after that skewer."

Gengar steps between Ameiko and Mitnal to accept a generous portion of samon. "Why thank you and thank you again. May Cayden Cailean keep your wine casks full!" He stuffs a sizable piece of fish in his mouth before realizing just how curried it was. His eyes widen and water. He swallows painfully. "Perfect..." he manges to say.

Then he notices Mitnal looking at Ameiko and Ameiko quickly looking away. A puzzled look crosses the dwarf's face. "Oh." he says and steps out of the way grinning like a cat.

"Hey Basketweaver!" Gengar yells as he slaps the big man on the back. "What's good to eat around here?" Gengar laughs and reaches for some spiced potatoes and onions on a skewer.

As the crowds gather and the atmosphere more excited, Gengar rouses. He wanders the commons and samples more than his fair share of the delights.

When the festival begins he mills about the crowd looking for his friends. (if he can spot Mitnal or Kinmorn he will linger next to them.) He ignors the endless droning on of the speakers and insteads keeps an eye out for any dropped coins...

As the myriad butterflys finally take to the sky he is caught up in the grandeur and gawks like a child.

Afterwards the dwarf quickly wipes his eyes and mumbles something about the stupid bugs flying right across the sun. He sees Mitnal over by the food and heads that way.

Gengar falls asleep under his favorite tree outside the cathedral...

Gengar wakes after sun becomes well established in the sky.

I sure hope that priest scored last night, he thinks to himself with a smirk. Then again, a rough and tough girl like that ranger might hurt him for even trying!

The dwarf takes out all his money and meticulously counts it twice. At this rate I'm going to have to get a job before week's end, he sighs.

Then Gengar thinks back to his meeting with that crazy ol' druidess. She said she knew I would be coming and that there would goblins in my future. The dwarf scowls and scratches his beard. He packs up all his belongins, more so no one can break into his closet and steal them than anything else. It is then that he remembers his goodberries.

I wonder how long these little guys stay fresh? he wonders and then pops one in his mouth. (Assuming Mvashti is at least level one they should be good a few more hours to a few days...) His mouth waters with an explosion of vibrant tingling. Good for the soul...but so much for the belly, affirms the dwarf as he rubs his somewhat underdeveloped potbelly. Maybe I'll go see Mvashti tomorrow so she can tell me where to get a job, ponders the dwarf and he laughs out loud.

Ok, let's go watch the butterflys!

Soon even the servants of the four manor houses have retired for the night, leaving the peninsula dark and silent.

oh, oh does that mean it's moring of the big festival?

Shantare wrote:

"Alright if I sit with you?"

"The more the merrier. I believe you met Grengar yesterday?"

Gengar smiles warmly at Shantare. "Aye, well met! Please sit down. Kinmorn here was just about to tell something fascinating about the swallowtails." Gengar winks at the priest.

"And I won't keep you two for long. After I have a bite I'll be on my way. Wouldn't want to over sleep tomorrow!"

Gengar Whittlewood wrote:

"Seeing how you know your religious stuff, do you mind if I join you tomorrow for the main event?"

"Not at all, I would be happy to have your company. Though I'll be spending most of the day trying to entertain some of the children of the village. You perhaps have some skill with a bow? Erastil knows I am not the best archery student myself..."

"A bow" Gengar laughs for real and flaps his stubby little arms. "No, sir, but thank you."

Gengar whips out two of his throwing axes and says, "But I am deadly with these little choppers!" The dwarf drops one and quickly bends over to pick it up. He straightens up and smiles real big.

"Well,...bla bla bla"

"Well everyone gets a family I suppose..." Gengar tries to add.

"Seeing how you know your religious stuff, do you mind if I join you tomorrow for the main event?"

As he approaches the White Deer for dinner, Kinmorn sees the dwarf and waves a greeting.

At the sight of the young priest approaching Gengar puts away his things and stretches. Acting at leat twice as old as his age, the dwarf makes a big production over getting up.

"Good day to you!" Gengar says, trying to act more carefree than he is feeling.

"Did you have a productive day," inquires Kinmorn politely, "I can't wait for tomorrow," without a trace of irony in his young face, he adds, "I feel almost like a kid again."

"I kept this tree from wandering off!" Gengar laughs. "Tomorrow should be a glorious occasion...although I am not at all too certain of its significance. I've been in town long enough to know there are lots of things people would rather forget. If you don't mind my asking though, what's the big deal about the butterfly goddess?"

Gengar continually scans the crowd, hoping to notice any of the previous evening's more interesting companions. no offfense :) They might not have beards, but the sight of a woman is always more welcome than a preist, the dwarf thinks to himself.

"So, there you go. Reading over. Hope it helps. I go lie down for a while. You maybe go away then?"

"Madam, you are one odd bird," Gengar declares and hops to his feet. He tosses 4 gold on the table.

"Goblins, twins, tyrants, misers, and swallowtails...eh, whatever." The dwarf smiles broadly and walks toward the door.

"Yeah, I think I like you. Be sure to tell me if there is anything you need now and I'll bring more keve next time." Gengar waves and leaves. He steps out into the street which somehow seems more foreboding.

Gengar shifts he belt and heads down the street. He wanders all the way to the commons outside the cathedral, only stopping to purchase a huge leg of roasted meat for lunch. He finds his favorite tree opposite the White Deer and sits down. After devouring the leg, he gets out his pipe and wood. For the rest of the after noon he tries to whittle away his growing gloom.

assuming everyone is congregating at the White Deer, Gengar will jump up and join in when they approach...if not, then he will wander over to the Rusty Dragon for dinner.

For you, I think it means you screwed.

More coming...

Gengar leans back in his chair and raises one eyebrow.

"Humph!" he snorts and then holds his breath for the next draw.

"I said don't touch anything." She returns to the room carrying a small deck of cards, and places it on the table in front of you.

Gengar pulls his hand back and tries to look innocent.

"What is it you wish to know? Be careful! Vague bumblings are nobody's friend. But just because you are specific does not mean the cards will be. So choose. What one thing is it you wish to know more about?"

"Think on that, then cut the deck three times to the right, using your right hand."

Gengar scartches his beard while he thinks of all the things he wants to know. Wine, women, riches, excitement...settling down with my own little smoke shop...yeah, that's it. My smoke shop...

The dwarf wipes his hand on his pants and cuts the deck three times making sure the middle pile only has a couple cards in it.

She heaves a heavy sigh.

"And just as you were about to leave. Okay, I read cards for you. Two more gold. This require more keve. I put a pot on to boil, you sit back down again. And don't touch anything with your sticky hands."

After sitting awhile, swinging his legs, Gengar begins to grow bored. Hmmm, I wonder what kind of bone those are? I bet they're human or maybe elf. Yeah, elves are oozing with arcane power. They must be elf.

Gengar looks around the room and lets out a gasps of surprise. Celestial! I bet they're angel bones...

Gengar begins to reach his hand toward the bones.

"You bring bitter drink for starters, but berries don't just grow on trees you know. I paid good copper for the berries this morning. Plus, I have to get up at hind cleft of morning to go down to market, and then I have to suffer through your company on top of that, and you don't even pay me to read cards. I take two gold insult from you.

"You sure you no want cards? Usually people want cards. Maybe I even tell you truth about what cards say."

Gengar laughs and looks at Mvashti with a hint of suspicion. "I think I like you." he declares and starts digging in his coin purse for some money. Goblins, he thinks to himself.

"Well your bones have thrown me for a loop. What worse could your cards say? Maybe they'll tell me where them stinking goblins are? Or maybe if there is Mrs. Gengar down the road? Ok, I would like to pay for a reading. How much?"

"...bla bla bla..."

Gengar sits quietly while the druidess goes on and on about whatever. He is trying desperately to be polite so he sips his coffee to help hide his wandering attention.

"...goblins, soon."

What! Gengar sits up and pays more attention.

"And worse, after. But first, goblins. And you need all the help you can get.

She grabs a handful of bones off the table and tosses them back down again, waving her fingers over the spilled pieces, as if reading by touch.

"Yeah, you the one. Bones say you bring me bitter drink. And sticky sweet stuff. To bad you not speak the bones yourself, or you know I not like sticky sweet things."

She begins muttering another prayer over the bowl of berries.

"There you are," she says, lifting the bowl up to give the berries a close look. "I got them all, too. You know why? I am Madam Mvashti, that's why. Fifteen berries. All for you."

"Oh my..." Gengar begins softly.

"Now let me get this straight. You're saying your magical bones are telling me that there are goblins coming?!?" Gengar's heart starts racing, first out of fear and then excitement.

"Get help?" Gengar immediately thinks of the giant Shoanti, Mitnal.

"Thank you for the goodberries. I wont insult you by offering money for them, but please let me give you something for your trouble?"

A dry rattling cough comes from behind the door as a hunched figured, barely taller than you opens the door.

"I'm awake, dwarf. But I'll take your offer of bitter drink anyway. You can have sticky cake. What, pray tell, brings you round to pester old women in their homes?"

"Ummm." Gengar begins. "I've been around enough to know druids are the people to know when having to be out of doors for any length of time. What with not know which mushrooms you can eat and which trees are safe to chop down. Don't want to go upsetting the fairies and whatnaught. Anyway, I got it in my head that I might be wanting to settle down in this town. So, here I am to pay my respects to you and your kind." Gengar smiles at his attempt at adulation.

"Oh and I was wondering if you could make me some goodberries."

Jeslara 'Jessa' Eventide wrote:

"Some wizards and arcane casters are ... <snip> ... but rather, for my own sense of accomplishment, satisfaction, and enjoyment."

'She talks a lot,' thinks Mitnal.

Pay back for the Father Raven bit? Sweet!

I wish Mvashti would answer her flippin' door...maybe ya'll could wander by and pick me up?

With sweet buns and coffee in hand, Gengar approaches Madame Mvashti's house and knocks.

"Heellloooo." The dwarf says. "I brought some breakfast out of respect for calling so early..."

"Tomorrow is the big day," he thinks to himself excitedly.

assuming nothing happens through the night and tomorrow is the swallowtail festival...

Gengar wakes up and greets the dawn with a loud bout of gas. He scratches and begins his daily routine of making himself presentable.

Gengar collects all his things and heads out toward Madame Mvashti's house. On the way he is on the look out for some sweet buns and coffee...

Is it the next morning yet?

Gengar wanders around the city for the rest of the afternoon and ends up back at the Rusty Dragon early. He laughs often while eating, drinking, and listening to the tales of his companions.

As everyone else slowly wanders away, he sits a while longer and finishes his wine. Yeah, he thinks to himself, I could make this town my home.

Gengar leaves and walks directly to Madame Mvashti's house. It fingures I can find it in the dark. I need to remember where this is for tomorrow.

Gengar makes his way toward Old Light and the closet-sized shack he rents from Volioker. He falls asleep a half second before his head hits the mat...

Sandpoint being as small as it is, you wander around in small circles, trying to piece together which side street you'd seen it on. But sooner or later you wind up circling back to the market square. You're sure it's in this lower part of town, and you can almost picture her house, but the exact shape of the window and placement of the door, and whether she has a sign out front or not all elude you. Must be the wine, man that was good stuff. Especially at that price.

"Humph!" Gengar exclaims.

Gengar asks the nearest merchant for directions to the druidess' house.