Round 1
HP 13/13
AC 13
Occa, showing some familiarity with the spear as it is not that different than his trident, braces the butt against the ground and awaits the beast's charge.
Stark, feeling out of place in the hunt, let's his artificial confidence be known with a smirk and the tracing of symbols as he steps forward and speaks, "Tselevye bolezn!
Skorabor has no problem tales of valor and talks continuously about clan Boulderback and his native Stoneshire. He tells of Halok the hammer, the first recorded Boulderback who founded Stoneshire with five other clans. Of Logoranz Snorgun Boulderback who slew a red dragon in single combat and Ewinflug Boulderback the Pious who the drow siege by slaying the sorcerer queen Silorith with one stroke of his warhammer, Kal-Marak. He's more than willing to anwser Aldern's questions, basking in his newfound fame and eager to boast of his ancestors deeds and rich history.
He kindly but firmly refuses the boar spear when Aldern offers it to him. "A Boulderback don't fight with sticks, master Foxglove. Just send the beast to me and i'll stop 'im with me axe!", Skorabor announces and removing all doubt that he's ever been on a hunt before.
With the excitement of the hunt and the approaching boar, Durvin begins what he feels is a motivating hunting song.
Coming out of the forest boys what do I see
Boar tracks boar tracks coming after me
Better get your boar spear before it’s too late
This boar’s a great pig and he’s headed for the gate
Round 1
HP: 13/13
AC: 17 (+2 for spear) = 19
Hawkeye realizes he's been spotted, so he quickly prepares for the boar's charge. "Get ready, Everyone!"
Occa steps forward next to Hawkeye, expertly setting his boarspear to the ground and bracing for a charge he knows is coming. Stark also moves forward, but not quite as far. He speaks a few strange words () and the boar is taken aback for a second. Unfortunately, it shakes it off and prepares itself once again for the charge. Durvin begins to sing his song (), inspiring courage in his companions and Hawkeye too prepares for the charge.
2=Occa
The boar charges straight for Hawkeye, the first he saw as a threat. It's ferocity catches Hawkeye off guard and he doesn't manage to keep hold of his spear well enough to puncture the boar's thick hide. The boar barrels into Hawkeye, goring him with his tusks.
Round 2
13/13 hit points
Ac 13/15 vs the boar
Occa pulls the spear free from the Boar and attemps to pin it to the forest floor with an overhand stab.
Oh, and your next attack will hit (the boar's at AC 12 due to a -2 penalty for charging).
Skorabor proves to be quite an incompetent hunter as he continues his stories about the Boulderback's glorious ancestry, even as Hawkeye ventures into the underbrush to track their pray. "What's he doin'?", he asks the other only to call out to the druid one second later. "Did ye find anythin'?"
The young dwarf is unprepared when the boar rushes out to charge Talquimm, and fumbles for a few seconds after his axe. Once his got it ready, Hawkeye and the boar have allready collided. "Ye'll be restin' on my dinner plate tonight. For Stoneshire!" Skorabor cries out as he charges the boar with axe and shield in hand.
Durvin scrambles down the side of Skora's large mount, and races toward his oft-wounded ally of the tribes. He manages to maintain enough of his breath to keep the song going.
He’s big around the middle and he’s broad across the rump
Making ninety miles an hour taking thirty feet a jump
He ain’t never been caught he ain’t never been slow
Some folks say he looks like a dwarf I know
This last he nods in Skora's direction.
Hawkeye doesn't even notice he is wounded. He is focused so much on the hunt that his own pains are ignored. He lashes back with the spear to counter the boar's assault.
Round 1 strike boar as it charged Hawkeye.
Round 2 Stab boar
Round 3 Profit?
In anycase...
Round 3
Fight!
13/13 hit points
Ac 13
Occa drives the spear at the boar's flank. He is trying to distract the boar from the wounded Hawkeye.
"Come on you useless landlubber!"
Attack courage and buckler . Damage, courage
Aldern congratulates the group as they manage to take the beast down within seconds. "Hawkeye, I am impressed with your tracking skills and your ability to take a hit and keep on going. Well done! And Occa, I'll admit that I was not expecting you to be so adept at hunting. Your mastery of the spear astounds me. Durvin, I felt inspired by your song. You are masterful and quite talented. Stark, I'll admit that I am unaccustomed to your unique style of hunting, but I'm sure your talents come in quite necessary most of the time. And Skorabor of the Boulderback Clan. You very nearly beheaded the beast with your axe. Impressive! Now... Let us take this fine beast back to the Rusty Dragon Inn. I'm sure Ameiko wouldn't mind cooking us a little feast with this boar."
Aldern doesn't seem to want to get dirty himself, so he leaves it to you to haul the boar back to the Rusty Dragon Inn, where Ameiko will serve it to the patrons that evening.
"Honestly, Aldern, I'm no hunter. I realize that you're just trying to make me feel better, but I assure you, I'm fine. My companions are much better hunters than I, and I prefer it that way. We each have our skill that we're good at, hunting isn't mine." He smiles and chuckles slightly.
"Thank you."
He waits for someone to look at his wounds. If no one notices, he says
"It is customary for he who takes the first charge to be the first one healed if that is alright."
Aldern congratulates the group as they manage to take the beast down within seconds. "Hawkeye, I am impressed with your tracking skills and your ability to take a hit and keep on going. Well done! And Occa, I'll admit that I was not expecting you to be so adept at hunting. Your mastery of the spear astounds me. Durvin, I felt inspired by your song. You are masterful and quite talented. Stark, I'll admit that I am unaccustomed to your unique style of hunting, but I'm sure your talents come in quite necessary most of the time. And Skorabor of the Boulderback Clan. You very nearly beheaded the beast with your axe. Impressive! Now... Let us take this fine beast back to the Rusty Dragon Inn. I'm sure Ameiko wouldn't mind cooking us a little feast with this boar."
"Yea, nearly. My axe must be gettin' dull, ha!" Skorabor says with a booming laugh. "Ferocious creature though, fighin' on with a grievous wound like that. Abit like ye, eh?", the dwarf continues with another roar of laughter and gives Hawkeye a friendly shove. "Ye should carry a shield, and some dwarven crafted armor. I'd like to see the beast tryin' to goar through that!"
The hunt have risen his spirits even higher and the dwarf spends the trip back as he spent it travelling out to the woods, telling stories of dwarven valor and exploits. "Boar huntin' today followed by a bit of goblin huntin' tomorrow, ey?"
"No, Skora. Just.. no. We've talked about this a hundred times already." Stark lets out an exasperated sigh.
Durvin looks surprised, "Oh, surely, healing indeed. I was prepared to assist you, but I was so caught up by the excitement when the beast went down, that I had even forgotten to tend your wounds.". He heads over the rest of the distance to Hawkeye and binds him lightly. "That's the best I can offer at the moment, I may look at it later if necessary."
"What? What are ye talkin' about?" Skorabor anwsers Stark with a look of surprise on his face. "We never talked abo.... ah, the plan ye mean. All right, the toad faced mud eaters have a few days to get the job done," he says before quickly adding "If they're not done by then i'll go fetch the buggers back and give the stable master materials for some new trophies!" His booming laughter echos through the trees.
"Thank you." Hawkeye says, rubbing his wound. The itchy warm feeling of positive energy always surprises him. Hawkeye returns his spear and takes out his walking stick. "Shall we return? I feel the sense of hunger return to me and this kill could feed us for a few days as we hunt down our attackers."
When we return, he travels a lot slower than earlier due to his wound. He also is using his stick as a crutch more. That wound was particularly nasty.
The team returns back to town and drops their new mounts off at the stables. Everyone seems to be in high spirits, even Hawkeye, despite his injury. Ameiko is excited to be presented with such a fine boar to serve for dinner and gets to work on preparing it in the back right away. The boar is so large, it takes longer to cook that anticipated and ends up coming out late! It doesn't matter to the tavern-goers, who gladly pay for a late meal of boar, cooked with Tien spices. The companions are served as much as they can eat along with some fine wine. It seems Ameiko is making a killer profit off of the catch!
Skorabor shows a great appetite as he delves into the food and drink. Famous ancestors and their acomplishments are mixed with personal boasts and topics such as the best way to kill a goblin and the beauty of dwarven craftmanship. The dwarf enjoys himself abit to much, so at the end of the evening his sentences are more made up out of splutters than actual words. As the sun goes down and darkness falls, so does Skorabor Skalfgrin Boulderback. There's a loud thud as his ironclad head hits the table and within seconds loud snores fill the common room of the rusty dragon. He mumbles incoherently and stumbles up the stairs as he is stirred from he drunken sleep and showed to his bed. While outside his door he thanks the person/persons who helped him up the stairs bows clumsily before crashing down into the bed, not wakeing up until the next morning.
For all his loud boasting and bluff behavior, he's a ordely drunk.
During the meal Durvin goes back to administer to Hawkeye's wound. Testing it, he reapplies fresh bandages with gentle concern. "I could have probably done more, earlier, but I wanted to ensure we came out of there alright before I spent too much energy tending the wound." His face is a mask of concern, "I hope it didn't trouble you too much up to this point? I will do just a little more before we call it an evening." Sadly, the amount of positive energy he is able to transfer is miniscule, at best.
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Stark eventually finds sleep through Skora's snoring..
Morning comes around yet again, and the party is once more greeted warmly by the tavern-goers. By now the celebrity status of the group has worn off a little, but everyone remains jovial and friendly. Shortly after breakfast, Ameiko comes up to the group.
"Sheriff Hemlock has requested you join him for a meeting at the garrison. The Mayor will be there, so it must be important. I suspect it has to do with the raid the other day. You'll want to head there right away, I expect."
Skorabor greets the new morning with a resounding beltch before he decends the stairs into the common room to join the others for breakfast. His hair and beard is a tangled mess but other than that he looks no worse for wear. The dwarf's mood is not much different than the night before, joking with all and everyone.
"Audience with the mayor, ey?", Skorabor says after taking a final bite and pushing away his bowl. "Just give me a moment to make myself presentable." The dwarf jumps off his seat and disappears into his room. Fifteen minutes later he emerges from his room, all clad in armor and his axes strapped around his person. His hair and beard is neatly combed and braided, not even remotely resembeling the "evil twin" version that donned his face as the dwarf decended the stairs.
"What ye think the summon is for?", he asks his companions as they make their way to the garrison.
"Hopefully, it'll be some information as to who the real perpetrator of this villainy really is." He replies to Skora.
Durvin seems intrigued by the summons, "I wonder if we'll get an award, like a medal, or a parade... No a parade would be too much, but it would be neat. Ooooh, I wonder what this is about." As usual his cherr seems unflaggable.
"Right away indeed." Hawkeye is ready to go whenever his companions are ready to go as well.
"Of course Amiko. Though I am not sure what aid we can offer."
Occa hurries to catch up with the others.
The party arrives at the Garrison and is led upstairs to an office area. Inside are Mayor Kendra Deverin, Sheriff Belor Hemlock and a beautiful elven woman who looks like she can handle herself in combat well. As the group enters the room, everyone stands up and Hemlock introduces you to the elven woman. "My friends, this is Shalelu Andosana. She is an... unofficial member of the town guard." Shalelu smirks as this. "Shalelu, these are Sandpoint's newest crop of heroes." He goes on to introduce you each by name before addressing you. "Shalelu's been a thorn in the side of the goblin tribes for years and no one knows more about them than she. Shalelu brings news that our little raid isn't the only bit of goblin trouble happening in the area. There have been increased raids on the Lost Coast Road, especially between Nettlewood and Mosswood. A farm was recently burned to the ground by the Mosswood, but thankfully Shalelu managed to rescue the family living there."
Shalelu Andosana
Everyone sits down and Shalelu begins to speak. "Belor's told me of your work against the goblins -- well done. I've dedicated the last several years of my life to keeping them from causing too much trouble around these parts, but they're tenacious and fecund little runts. Like weeds that bite."
"Anyway, there's five major goblin tribes in the region, and, traditionally, they're pretty good at keeping each other in line with intertribal squabbles and the like. Yet from what I've been able to piece together, members of all five tribes were involved with the raid on Sandpoint. A fair amount of the Mosswood goblins I dealt with yesterday were already pretty beat up, and there was a lot of chatter about the "longshanks" who killed so many of them. Now that I've met you, it seems obvious from their descriptions who they were talking about. Seems like you've made an impression."
"In any event, the fact that the five tribes are working together disturbs me. Goblin tribes don't get along unless they've got something big planned, and big plans require big bosses. I'm afraid that someone's moved in on the goblins and organized them. And judging by these recent raids, what they're organizing seems like bad news for all of us."
Skorabor has the look of somebody that has just been told that the world is round as the sheriff introduces Shalelu as a longtime friend of Sandpoint and scourge of the goblin tribes. He had been one second from congratulating the shoanti for capturing the one responsible for the raid two days past. He listens to the elf talk but can't shake his suspicion. "Goblin's workin' together you say. What do ye know about it?", he says hoping to trap the elven ranger into confessing her involvement.
Occa questions the ranger and the marshal.
"Now that this raid has failed what do you think the response of the tribes will be?"
"You say only one tribe was really commited to this raid? One tribe cannot have hoped to have taken the town. Were they just overly enthuastic or did they have a different goal?
"Well met, she who is called Shalelu Andosana. If what you say is true, then we must act quickly and remove the head of the snake if you will. The five tribes, with no head, will return to in-fighting amongst themselves and Sandpoint will be safe again. Now, we have been told a Longshank leads them. Do you know anything of this?"
"Well met, Shalelu, it seems by the introduction that your reputation is only outshined by your beauty. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Durvin takes her hand and bows.
He nudges Skora in the ribs, "You hear that? The goblins also call us, that beat them the other day, by the name 'longshanks'. Does that make you the traitor?" he asks sarcastically
"Milady Andosana, would you by chance be able to provide us with a map, and markings where each of these five tribes generally call home?" To the group he explains, "Maybe we can look and see which would be most likely to be where they all organize, or we could just investigate each one in turn." Durvin seems excited by the prospect of exploring the region, on the lookout for danger.
Stark quietly listens to Shalelu as everyone asks her their questions.
He nudges Skora in the ribs, "You hear that? The goblins also call us, that beat them the other day, by the name 'longshanks'. Does that make you the traitor?" he asks sarcastically
The sarcasm is lost on Skorabor. "Of course not, i've got no elven blood in me", the dwarf replies and looks honestly astonished that Durvin could have made that mistake.
Stark chuckles at Skora's response, "You're really that dense, aren't you?"
Shalelu responds to each of you. "Skorabor, I don't know much about it other than what I've told you. Someone is bringing these tribes together. Occa, what I mean is that all five tribes are working together, which is quite unusual. I have a feeling that there was a goal behind it. What that goal is, I cannot fathom. I'm not entirely convinced the raid "failed" at all. Maybe it was a diversion, or maybe it was meant to send a message."
Shalelu nods when Hawkeye mentions who is supposedly leading them. "That would explain how the goblin tribes have been brought together. This person must be powerful to be able to unite goblins who traditionally bicker and fight amongst themselves. Yes, Durvin, I will gladly explain the tribes to you."
Shalelu gives you all of the following information about the five tribes and Hemlock grabs a map from nearby:
Map of the Sandpoint Hinterlands
Birdcruncher Tribe: These goblins live in caves along the western edge of the Devil's Platter. While these are the closest goblins to Sandpoint, they are also traditionally the least aggressive.
Licktoad Tribe: These goblins live to the south of Sandpoint in the Brinestump Marsh. They tend to be excellent swimmers.
Seven Tooth Tribe: These goblins live in Shank's Wood to the east. They are notorious for raiding Sandpoint's junkyards and fashioning weapons out of the junk metal there. It is likely that all the weapons used by goblins during the raid came from this tribe.
Mosswood Tribe: This is the largest tribe of goblins and they live even further east in Mosswood. While very large, they are typically hindered by feuding families within their own tribe.
Thistletop Tribe: These goblins live on a small island north of the Nettlewood caused Thistletop. The island is said to resemble a decapitated head.
While it is unusual for goblins to achieve notoriety, Shalelu mentions that occasionally it happens, and usually it is well-earned.
Big Gugmut: He is an unusually tall and muscular goblin that is said to have had a hobgoblin for a mother and a wild boar for a father. Goblins have wild imaginations sometimes.
Korovus: He was a champion of the Seven Tooth tribe who was well-known for his short temper and his prized possession, a magic longsword sized for a human. He vanished several months ago, but goblins whisper about him still. They say he found a secret hideout and murders any goblin who attempts to seek it out.
Vorka: She is a cannibal who lives in the Brinestump Marsh, much to the dismay of the Licktoad goblins. The other tribes think of her as a hero for eating so many of their rivals.
Ripnugget: He is the current leader of the Thistletop goblins. He is envied for his lair, which most goblins only dream of having.
Bruthazmus: He's a bugbear ranger who can be found in the Nettlewood. He apparently has an extreme hatred toward elves, and Shalelu has engaged him in combat a few times in the past. Neither has been able to get the upper hand on the other, however.
Shalelu also mentions these about goblins, which may or may not come in handy to the party.
Horse Hate: Goblins excel at riding animals, but they don't quite get horses. In fact, their hatred of all things horse is matched only by their fear of horses, who tend to step on goblins who get too close.
Dog Hate: Although goblins raise horrible rat-faced creatures called (creatively enough) goblin dogs to use as mounts (and ride wolves or worgs if they can get them--goblins are quick to explain that wolves are not dogs), their hatred of plain old dogs nearly matches their hatred of horses. The feeling is mutual. If your dog is barking at the wood pile for no reason, chances are he smells a frightened goblin in there somewhere.
Goblins Raid Junkyards: Garbage pits, gutters, sewers... anywhere there's garbage, you can bet goblins are nearby. Goblins are weirdly adept at crafting weapons and armor from refuse, and are fond of killing people with what they throw away.
Goblins Love to Sing: Unfortunately, as catchy as their lyrics can be, goblin songs tend to be a bit too creepy and disturbing to catch on in polite society.
They're Sneaky: An excited or angry goblin is a noisy, chattering, toothy menace, but even then, he can drop in an unsettling silence in a heartbeat. This, matched with their diminutive size, makes them unnervingly adept at hiding in places you'd never expect: stacks of firewood, rain barrels, under logs, under chicken coops, in ovens...
They're a Little Crazy: The fact that goblins think of things like ovens as good hiding places reveals much about their inability to think plans through to the most likely outcome. That, and they tend to be easily distracted, particularly by shiny things and animals smaller than them that might make good eating.
They're Voracious: Given enough supplies, a goblin generally takes nearly a dozen meals a day. Most goblin tribes don't have enough supplies to accommodate such ravenous appetites, which is why the little menaces are so prone to going on raids.
They Like Fire: Burning things is one of the great goblin pastimes, although they're generally pretty careful about lighting fires in their own lairs, especially since goblins tend to live in large tangled thistle patches and sleep in beds of dried leaves and grass. But give a goblin a torch and someone else's home and you've got trouble.
They Get Stuck Easily: Goblins have wiry frames but wide heads. They live in cramped warrens. Sometimes too cramped.
Goblins Believe Writing Steals Your Soul: The walls of goblin lairs and the ruins of towns goblins have raided are littered with pictures of their exploits. They never use writing, though. That's not lucky. Writing steals words out of your head. You can't get them back.
Shalelu responds to each of you. " I have a feeling that there was a goal behind it. What that goal is, I cannot fathom. I'm not entirely convinced the raid "failed" at all. Maybe it was a diversion, or maybe it was meant to send a message."
"Yes the smoke and noise of the raid would have been a excellent time for someone to sneak in and cut your anchor lines so to speak. Are we sure all the goblins were flushed out? Have you checked to make sure that they left no suprises behind?
"Perhaps we should be looking for what's missing, then.... but... well there is an expression my people have... 'you must know what you're hunting for before you can actually hunt.' Maybe it is best if we just hunt down the goblins like we wanted. Maybe i am overthinking the situation."
Stark chuckles at Skora's response, "You're really that dense, aren't you?"
"Of course!", Skorabor replies with unmodest self-confidence. "I'm a Boulderback of the Kodar mountains! We're all built sturdy as the mountain rock we make our home." He slams himself on the chest to emphasize his point. "Hear that? Unyielding!" The prospect that Stark was commenting on his intellect rather than his build never enters the dwarf's mind.
Stark tries to hold back, but fails, and begins to laugh histerically, holding his stomach, and his eyes watering. He relents after a few seconds and wipes his eyes of tears. "Shalelu," he says, looking to the elf, "Which group was it that we encountered?"
Skorabor is taken by surprise by Stark's sudden outburst of laughter. To much magic is takin' it's toll on the lad. Best be watchin' 'im so he don't go jumpin' of a cliff pretendin' to fly. Or set fire to his beard like uncle Conrad. He takes a deliberate step back as if stepping away from the edge of a bottomless pit. The dwarf then gives Durvin a puzzled look.
The Sheriff replies to Occa, "We have searched throughout all of Sandpoint and found no goblins since the raid. Still, we've asked all residents to keep their eyes peeled and report anything suspicious, just in case. Our guards remain on high alert."
Shalelu speaks up again, "I believe you specifically fought goblins from Mosswood, but all five tribes took part in the attack." Shalelu looks very worried about this. "As for the true purpose of the attack, I can only speculate. I came here as quick as I could and am still rather fatigued. I think I would like to take a nap. I am staying at the Rusty Dragon Inn. Perhaps we can meet there over dinner to discuss more."
"Could be ten goblin tribes and they still wouldn't put a dent into this Boulderback", Skorabor announces proudly and once again pounds his chest. "If yer tired, then by all means go and rest", he tells Shalelu then waits for the elven ranger to depart. Once she's gone Skorabor looks at the others still remaining in the room. "Elves and goblins", he says and nods knowingly as if everybody would take his meaning.
Stark chuckles, "I'm going to laugh my ass off if, no, when we find out this wasn't an elf at all. You're so determined to think that it was an elf, even when we have absolutely no proof of it." He sighs and shakes his head.
The group once again meets with Shalelu over dinner to talk more about the different goblin tribes and her exploits with them. Turns out they have been a nuisance for quite some time, but never on a scale that was seen during the Sandpoint Festival. Skorabor, though not showing any outward hostility towards Shalelu, shakes his head a murmurs occasionally at her during dinner. She doesn't seem to notice, or if she does, she doesn't let on. Shalelu retires shortly after food has been consumed.
The next morning, the heroes come downstairs to find themselves in a situation they have not yet experienced at the Rusty Dragon Inn... Customers are unhappy and normal smells of breakfast are missing! It isn't long before a halfling waitress named Bethana, who has served on you before, approaches the table. She asks to speak with you in private, bringing you outside and around to the back of the inn. She speaks quietly and looks around rather nervously. "I came in early this morning as usual to help with breakfast, but to my surprise there was nothing cooking in the kitchen. You see, Ameiko usually wakes up very early to get started since it is so busy here all of the time. I figured Ameiko must be sick or something, so I went up to knock on her door. She didn't respond, so..." Bethana looks a little embarrassed, but continues on. "So, against my better judgement, I went in. Her room was empty and her bed was made, as if she hadn't slept on it all night. I found this crumpled up on the floor."
Bethana hands over a note addressed to Ameiko, written in Tian. "I've been studying Tian, so I can translate it for you." When you hand the note back, she reads it quietly.
I hope this letter finds you well, and with some free time on your hands, because we've got something of a problem. It's to do with father. Seems that he might have had something to do with Sandpoint's recent troubles with the goblins, and I didn't want to bring the matter to the authorities because we both know he'd just weasel his way out of it. You've got some pull here in town, though. If you can meet me at the Glassworks at midnight tonight, maybe we can figure out how to make sure he faces the punishment he deserves. Knock twice and then three times more and then once more at the delivery entrance and I'll let you in.
In any case, I don't have to impress upon you the delicate nature of this request. If news got out, you know these local rubes would assume that you and I were in on the whole thing too, don't you? They've got no honor at all around these parts. I still don't understand how you can stand to stay here.
Anyway, don't tell anyone about this. There are other complications as well, ones I'd rather talk to you in person about tonight. Don't be late.
Tsuto
Bethana finishes up and immediately starts to tell you about Tsuto. When Tsuto was born, about 21 years ago now, it was a bit of a scandal. You see, Tsuto is a half-elf and neither of Ameiko's parents are elves! So obviously Lonjiku (that's Ameiko's father, you see) is not Tsuto's father. Lonjiku's reaction to this discovery was severe outrage at his wife Atsuii. Atsuii never revealed who the father was and miraculously they remained married after this whole ordeal. Tsuto was handed over to the Turandarok Academy to be raised outside of the Kaijitsu family and only Ameiko visited him despite her father's orders not to."
"A few years ago, six I think, Ameiko and Tsuto had an argument. Ameiko never told me what it was about, but whatever it was, she left Sandpoint for a year as an adventurer. I think she just wanted to get away from her problems. She returned five years ago for her mother's funeral who had fallen off a cliff. Tsuto showed up and accused Lonjiku of pushing Atsuii to her death. Lonjiku nearly broke Tsuto's jaw with his cane! Anyway, long story short, Tsuto disappeared and tje death was ruled a suicide. This is the first time Tsuto has made any attempt at contacting anyone as far as I know. I think he's up to no good. And worse, I tried to contact Sheriff Hemlock about this, but he left town early this morning to request a few more soldiers from Magnimar. Please, you have to help, I'm worried about Ameiko! Would you go to the Glassworks and see if she's alright?"