After returning to their room, the night passes without interruption.
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Alleran rises later that morning somewhat wearier in the soul. He helps the groundskeeper in digging a grave and will attend any kind of service the orphanage conducts for the unfortunate lad.
Afterwards, he will make his goodbyes to the others and begin the journey back to the regimental headquarters of the Diamond Regiment. Once there he will report to his superiors on the details of the dilemma in Falcon's Hollow, their mission and the outcome.
Walking outside, Allerna finds the groundskeeper and a 2nd man loading the boy's body into a Mule pulled cart. The man looks almost decrepit, but has odd wiry arms and back muscles. On his had are patches of pure white hair on a mostly bald head.
On the way thru falcon's Hollow Allerna comes upon a caravan with Diamond Regiment guards. One of them spots Alleran and points him out to another.
The 2nd, carrying a messenger bag, walks up to Alleran.
He speaks up with the strong, ordered voice of a soldier, "Are you Alleran Odeber?".
After the services, which Zova dutifully attends, she pulls on her armor and gathers her belongings. She thinks for a second before leaving a stack of 5 gold pieces on the counter as a show of thanks for the room and board.
Upon the last goodbyes, she too makes her way to Falcon's Hollow, and reports the timely success to the Sheriff, letting him know of everything that transpired in the last few days.
"The shipment will leave tomorrow. Any reply or report should be to me by then."
When Alleran touches the tube, the end looks to become loose. Inside is two pages and 20 gp.
Dear Corporal,
By now, I expect you are well on the way in aiding Falcon's Hallow from their sickness. You may have got word of the attack on Olfden as well. That attack was why you had been sent alone to Falcon's Hallow.
Shortly before you came to my office I was notified of a possible attack. I recalled most of our forces, but did not like to abandon the people of Falcon's Hallow: so I sent you to look into that sickness. If the attack had not been true, I would have sent others back to the area and you would be returning for your next assignment.
On the night of the 11th, shortly after midnight, a large group of Werewolves and goblins attack Olfden. Hundreds of werewolves came upon the city. They were very organised and had siege weapons. In addition, the werewolves look to have been unaffected by silver. Nevertheless, the regiment did not fail Olfden that day. The reinforcements I called for and backup from the Greenfire Circle routed the attackers.
Still the issue of their immunity to silver, along with their large numbers, makes them a great threat to the Vale. The regiment will be hunting down these werewolves over the coming weeks, but this will leave many of the smaller towns under protected. Piren’s Bluff has a large personal army of the Lord’s, and the Lumber Consortium keeps their force of hired guards protecting the Lumberjacks. We will be continuing to protect the shipments. But I will be unable to send out soldiers to deal with other troubles and issues. As much as I detest the consortium, Falcon's Hallow is lucky in that the Lumber Consortium hires a large force to protect their wood cutting operations.
That also means that we will be relying on you to deal with any minor issues that arise till the new threats can be dealt with. As we will not be sending any backup, I recommend that you keep eye out for anyone able to aid in any of my task or in protecting Falcon’s Hallow. Many people travel to the area looking to be heroes. Looking to get rich fighting beast and dies in droves. So it should not be difficult. I have also sent a letter to the local sheriff Baleson asking for aid in that as well.
First and foremost is the protecting of Falcon’s Hallow. Andoran is in need of Darkwood and it grows in few places in our world.
Soon after you left I received word about the sickness that has taken to Falcon’s Hallow. From what I was told it is not common in that area and is normally only found very deep underground. Knowing how it came to be there would aid in preventing it every returning.
Wataxshyl is a dragon and friend to Olfden. For 50 years, every major attack on Olfden has had him there aiding Olfden. He did not come to the last attack. We like to know why he did not show. An ally like he is rare and the mayor is fearful of what will happen if Daralathyxl returns. Wataxshyl’s free use of his gold has allowed Olfden to appease Daralathyxl want of tributes. Wataxshyl makes him nest in the Wolfrun Hills southeast of Falcon’s Hallow.
The nymph queen Syntira has sent word asking for any information on an odd disease affecting some of the fay of the Darkmoon Woods. It does not fit the disease that has taken to Falcon’s Hallow, or any other sickness we know of. Take care of this and deal with it if you can. A Fay queen could be a good ally and holding back some of the more dangerous things found in the Darkmoon Woods.
Also keep an eye on anything to do with the draven ruins at the foot of Droskar’s Crag and report on it.
Other than safety of Falcon’s Hallow. There is no order of the tasks. I expect much from someone who has been giving this opportunity. Don’t disappoint me.
With this letter is money to cover housing and part of your pay.
After reading this page put it back in the tube with what you have to report.
Officially the Diamond Regiment’s job is in the protecting of the shipments of Darkwood. But we have been working for a long time to limit the Lumber Consortium’s power. By contract and law they are the only ones allowed to cut and sell Darkwood or and almost all hard woods. They have used this control over Darkwood to gain more power and many fear fighting back. Each time a member of the Andoran People’s Council even talks about shutting down or breaking up the consortium, the consortium halt all shipments of darkwood.
Going after the leaders for crimes they have committed have all ended with the consortium’s barristers winning and harsh words from the consortium and threats that they would cut back on the shipments.
While not the highest member of the consortium, Kreed has control over their wood cutting work in the vale. But as long as the barristers are protecting him. No crime will stick.
As part of their monopoly contract they are only permitted to sell to Andoran and must buy all the iron they use from Andoran. If you come upon any proof of their doing otherwise, inform us.
I have also lost contact with a few Eagle Knights who have been looking into the Lumber Consortium’s actions in the Vale. If you learn of anyone who has a ring of a bird, send word to me. While not everyone with such a ring is an Eagle Knight, I will know by your description of them.
The Sheriff smiles a little at hearing Zova's tale.
"The people of Falcon's Hallow should be grateful that you and the others with you were working so hard for them. Kreed was not going to get off his butt and help."
The sheriff looks over to the hill where Kreed lives.
"talking about help, I received a letter from Ingrid Odeber of the Diamond Regiment her self. Looks like a large attack on Olfden has stretched her forces thin. A few people outside our town got attacked by werewolves shortly after. Little things that the Regiment normally does in this area are mostly on hold now. But she says that one soldier will be stationed nearby to deal with anything that happens and may need help. She has asked if I know anyone willing to help him. Laurel told me that the pay she offered you is waiting with her, but here is your week pay."
He grabs out 10 gp and hands it to Zova. "One of the tasks was looking into the sickness that you just helped with. As protecting shipments of darkwood is a big thing for their regiment, you could learn more about Kreed's dirty dealings. The last time Kreen faced the noose, it was a regiment soldier accusing him. Kreed got off, but he cut back on his open cruelty."
Zova brushes the hair out of her eyes and nods vigilantly. "Aye sir. I will be sure to look into the matter immediately." She looks down at Diana, pulling a few dried fruit from her pocket and letting the fox lick them from her hands. "I am sure that we could find something to stick on Kreed while helping the soldier. Still, it is a bit disheartening that whatever we find may not matter in the end, what with the judges being in his pocket." Her mouth twists into a wry smile. "If only we could expedite him to a Hellknight prison. I guarantee you that there would be a fair trial."
She bows and starts to head towards the door. "I am going to pick up my payment from Laurel and then head right to... actually, where should I head after that? I am a bit unsure where the soldier is stationed."
After looking at some papers on his desk, Baleson turns back to Zova.
"I don't know where you would find him, but his name is Alleran Odeber."
Zova gives a small chuckle. "Lucky for me then. He was one of my companions In the search for the plague's cure. I will find a way to help him, and report back whenever I can."
She heads outside and looks around for a courier boy. Once she finds one, she slips him a gold piece and gives a description of Alleran. Find this man, and bring him to Laurel's shop. Tell him my name is Zova Lex, and I am meant to help him in his next assignment." With that, Zova heads to Laurel's, hoping to pick up her pay as well as gain information about the sickness that Graypelt told her about. A promise was a promise after all, even if it was made to a vile creature like a worg. And who knows. It might be good to have such an ally should odd circumstances arise.
Once she arrives, she greets Laurel, quickly asks about how the distribution of the cure was going and then asks about the disease.
Laurel looks up from her table to Zova. "Everything went well. Most came here, but I got to see Cirthana knock on a few doors." She smiles. "In the end they were happy she came by. A few more days and the death toll would have been a lot worse. Some of the worst cases are still on bed rest. But they are going better."
She stands there thinking and counting on her fingers. "The day you all left a 5th person died. The next day two more died. Then five more died the day after. So in all only 12 people died. But a lot of cases had went down hill. I think we may had have 30 or 40 more deaths without your help. That may not look like much in a town as big as ours. But it hurts when I can't help people."
She reaches under her desk and pulls out a few coins. "The people don't have much money, so I can't pay a lot. But here is 20 gold. If anyone else that was will you comes by they will get the same."
A young boy runs up to you. "Hay mister. Some woman called Zova Lex told me to get you to Laurel's shop and that she is to help you with your next assignment."
Zova nods at Laurel's comments, quietly slipping the gold into her pouch. "Believe me, I know the feeling of wanting to help people. Speaking of which, I made a promise not too long ago to find an answer to this one dilemma and thought your knowledge with medicine and diseases might be able to help..." She describes the disease that Greypelt told her about. "Do you know anything about it? Where it is originated from, or perhaps how to cure it? It is present in the woods as of now, and I fear it might spread, causing another malady."
She frowns, thinking for a moment. "And perhaps... you would not mind sharing your thoughts on the town's... relationship with The Lumber Consortium." She peers outside to make sure there is no one possibly eavesdropping. "If you are comfortable sharing, that is."
Laurel grabs up her family book and quickly scans it.
"No. I don't recognize it and no one has come to me with those symptoms. Maybe some of the lumberjacks may have seen it. I will try to look thru my books and ask Cirthana. But a sample would help in figuring it out."
Laurel turns and grabs a vial and hands it to Zova.
"In case you run into it. Try to get a sample."
Ford rises the next morning and stretches, looking around and standing up groggily. His triumphant mood was dimmed somewhat by last night's death of the boy... but sadly, it could not be helped. Kneeling and praying to his smith hammer necklace, Ford hoped Torag was still with him as closely as he had been. He was going to need all the aid he could.
After his morning prayer and suiting up, Ford headed downstairs, quirking an eyebrow at Alleran speaking with a... a soldier? He couldn't really tell, but he did mention he was with the military... perhaps official business? Zova, Alleran, even Hound, they all had some cause to dedicate to. Ford... was just a bookworm. Sure, he had helped solve the plague, and now he had a new task in repairing the old forge, but... what then? Put a stop to Kreed's malicious ambition? What after that? Great warriors and brave fighters of justice? He was none of that...
Ford shook his head as he walked into the dining area, pulling out a seat and flopping into it. Should Elara come by, he'd ask if everything was going alright and were there any more incidents, then inform everyone he'd be heading out to return to the forge. He had much to do there, much to recover and evil to purge from the area.
Looking around Kiezel only sees a decrepit, abandoned town. The sky is clouded by smoke coming from Droskar's Crag.
He turns to find a great red dragon standing behind him. The dragon takes a deep breath throwing fire down on Kiezel.
Kiezel throws up his arms up covering his eyes. But his hands quickly cover his ears from the loud sound of hammers on metal. Looking around the dragon is gone, but he is now surrounded by undead pounding away at armor and weapons. While others are shoveling dead bodies into the flames of the forge.
Each of the undead carries an unholy symbol around their neck. One of the dead tries to grab at Kiezel. But as Kiezel pushes it away; Kiezel's eyes open and he awakes in bed.
Elara looks sad but nods at Ford. "I pain of loss will pass. It always does. I have many kids that need me."
After a few minutes walking into the woods, a small bird flies out of the sky landing near Ford dropping a sheet of paper. After the paper falls the bird swells up and bursts into small feathers.
Looking at the paper Ford can see it is a letter from Ovni Morjak; a fellow historian that knew of Ford's plans to travel to this area.
The letter adds that he has been having trouble learning much about the monastery. Many of the books that should say something about it have missing pages. But found it was built around 900 years ago. He also find that one of the greatest dwarven heroes, Druingar the Glintaxe, clan came from there. Druingar was last heard of heading to Droskar's Crag to learn more of his clan's history. Nonetheless, that was many years ago.
Last, Ovni asks if Ford has found anything.
Ford blinks as a bird swoops onto him, before dropping off it's letter and... exploding? Into feathers? That... was a new one. Reading over the letter, Ford quirked an eyebrow. Ovni Morjak? The name didn't sound familiar... still, it was good to hear from another man of the pen versus the sword.
The news that the monastery had been seemingly stricken from records made sense with the recent trip there. Dwarves were notoriously proud, and knowledge of a forge being lost to a following of Droskar, a divine foe of Torag, would be quite the stain on dwarven history. Ford understood this... he just didn't agree with it.
...in any case, Ford thought perhaps he should send a reply with knowledge of what he'd learned. Perhaps he should head to town and see if a courier was available... and if they knew where to find this Ovni. Ford started composing his reply as he walked back to town. "Master Morjak... first of all, well met. It is a pleasure..."
Sitting up straight Kiezel takes a few seconds to gather his thoughts. Was this a sign, a warning or maybe even a vision? Droskar’s Crag…..few people knew that it used to be called Torag’s Crag. A sign it is then. What did those symbols look like, the ones the undead were wearing?
It will come to me later.
Kiezel jumps out of bed, goes through his morning ritual and leaves to get a nice breakfast downstairs.
He lass, fetch me some breakfast please. No better way to start a day then with a full belly. Anything happening near the mountain lately?
Zova nods to Laurel and waits to meet up with Alleran, standing just outside her shop as if standing post. No need to let anyone know that she would be working with the Diamond Regiment just yet.
Walking into town, Verigan heads down the street pass a well armored woman. After a few minutes he finally finds himself in front of the inn from his mother's journal; the Jak ‘a’ Napes.
The smell of cinnamon fills the air.
The symbols reminds Kiezel of Droskar, the Dwarven god of toil. But inside the flame under a stone arch that normally makes up his symbol is a skull.
The smell of cinnamon fills the air as Kiezel calls for breakfast.
Jak Crimmy, the owner of the inn, turns and smiles before returning to his frying pans.
With one hand Jak throws frying pans over his head and with the other he caches the upside down pans behind his back returning them to the stove. But each pan dumps a cinnamon-crusted pancake onto a plate.
Jak refills the pans and turns to Kiezel. "What will it be to drink", Jak says still with the smile on his face.
Verigan takes in the smell of cinnamon, and remembers his Mother and that fateful day. Tears tugging the corners of his eyes, and slightly choked up at the thought of his only family. He brushes away the thought from his mind and enters the Inn. The smell of cinnamon very welcoming to him.
My apologies Jimmy. Didn’t see it was you instead of one of you’re pretty lasses.
I’d like some milk with those pancakes off yours. To early for ale. Any recent activity near the mountain?
Turning his attention to the door Kiezel sees a man in a black cloak enter the inn.
Right behind the young man in black comes another fellow, scribbling on a scroll as he pauses, thinking a bit, before scribbling some more. "By... the... Forge's... Light... Ford... Benett." He speaks aloud, before dotting the paper and rolling it up as he pulled out a well kept book.
"Uhm... pardon me, but, uh... does anybody know of a courier who can deliver this letter and book to a Mr. Ovni Morjak? I'd send it back with the bird that brought me the letter, but it kind of exploded, so... that's out. And I need to get back to the monastery ruins as soon as possible, so..."
As he starts on another load of pancakes, Jak Crimmy pulls a small feather out of his solitary wisp of red hair. In his hand, it turns into a small bird. Jak looks to Ford before replying. "This little one can carry your message, but you must be crazier than me if you plan to walk thru the darkmoon woods alone."
He dumps the pans of pancakes into another plate before pointing south. "I hear when the werewolf attack down south failed. They returned home. Darkmoon Woods has a heathy population of them and every attempt to wipe them out has failed."
He turns back to Kizel. "The five Kings mountains are a very big place. Off the top of my head I don't know of anything big happening lately. To the northeast of the woods is Mount Gustus; said to be the home of Daralathyxl. He is regarded as one of the oldest red dragons alive. But he has not been seen in almost 10 years."
He looks at the two by the door. "Come. Sit down. I have taken pride in my pancake."
Jak pulls a cup of milk up from under the counter and sits it by Kiezel. "Now to the north east of the woods is Droskar's Crag. Some lost city of the dwarves that fell long ago. Explorers and adventurers head up into the mountains all the time. Nonetheless, most don't return."
He rubs his patch of hair before continuing. "The last group that I heard returning from the mountains was Azure Guard; a group of adventurers. Two of the Sheriff Baleson's deputies are former members. They break up soon after returning. So I think they found some treasure. There is also a dragon going by the name of Wataxshyl who flies over the mountains. He would be a better source of information on the mountains. Lives just southeast of here in the Wolfrun Hills. That boy can eat a lot of pancakes."
"Oh... well, thank you." Ford said, surprised at the sudden appearance of another bird. Perhaps he should grab a few of those for himself... might come in handy. Handing the bird his letter, he watched it fly off.
"No thank you. I should really get back to-" Ford paused as he winced, feeling his stomach growl. Maybe he was hungrier than he thought... trail rations aren't exactly a filling breakfast. "Erm... maybe just a couple." he said, grabbing a seat. "Most. We did though." Ford added to the statement.
"Droskar's Crag... I think it used to be called Torag's Crag, but than again, our monastery's records were a little shakey. I was lucky just to learn that the forge ruins were there. It's where we found the mushrooms for the plague cure. I have to go back. I need to get that forge restored, so I can sanctify the ground once more. Torag lead me here for a reason... I don't know why, but I won't let him down!"
At the mention of the dragons, Ford perked up a bit, setting his glass down. "This Wataxshyl... is he a blue dragon? We saw one flying over us out in the wood! Is he friendly? That would be a great boon to at least know a dragon isn't out to gobble us up."
Jak Crimmy shakes his head. "Nope. Wataxshyl is a copper. Blue dragons live mostly in the deserts. So I wounder why one would be flying near here."
Ford is it? Nice to meet you. I'm Kiezel. Turning to the man in the black cloak. I'm sorry but I have to address Ford here in another language, don't be offended, take a seat and have some milk and pancakes on me.
Verigan watches as the Dwarf converses with the Man, he raises an eyebrow slightly as he speaks in a foreign language. The Dwarf seems to be very welcoming and Verigan takes the offered seat
"You're quite alright, and thanks. I'm glad to have some food in my stomach. So, how do you know each other? Its not every day a Man and Dwarf converse.
Verigan takes the food gratefully and nods toward Ford
Ford looked back at Kiezel, listening for a moment before nodding.
Ford nodded towards the door, apparently indicating the forest beyond.
Ford looked back to Verigan, smiling and shaking his head. "I'm afraid I don't know him... not yet, anyways. He and I share the same faith in Torag. It's a bit odd, but I was orphaned on the doorstep of a dwarven monastery. They raised me, and now I follow him as well. I'm here - or was here - to try and locate some forge ruins... I think Torag has led me here for more than that. There's a jerk who runs this town - Thuldrin Kreed - he's running these people into the ground. He wouldn't lift a finger to help them with the plague. Now, thankfully, I have some friends in town. If possible... I hope we can free them from his cruel grip. And the forge I found is gonna be integral to the plan."
Standing by the shop, the smell of cinnamon slowly fills the air reminding her that Jak Crimmy must be making his famous cinnamon-crusted pancake today.
Smelling the sweet scent of cinnamon, Zova looks down as her stomach begins rumbling. By Abadar's clean-shaven face, she missed Jak's food. She peers inside Laurel's shop and says, "If Alleran stops by, tell him to go to Jak's, I'll be there." She walks those few steps to Crimmy's place and opens the door wide.
"Well I'll be. Ford! It truly is a small world." She walks in and sits down beside him slapping the cleric on the back. She turns to the two others and nods. "And it seems like you have new friends. Pleasure to meet you two. My name is Sir Zova Lex, Hellknight, city guard." She extends her arm out in offer of a handshake.
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Replacing the papers in the tube, Alleran looks up as the boy approaches. At his message the ranger replies, "Thanks, kid. Here's something for your effort." He hands over 3 copper pieces.
Idly tapping the tube against his leg as he walks, Alleran thinks about the missive. Entering Laurel's shop, he smiles and waves at the shopkeeper, "Hello, ma'am. Happy to report that we succeeded in the task."
Laurel looks over to Alleran. "Yea. I know. I was the one handing out the cure." She smiles and puts 20 gold on the table. "You helped save lives. So it is only fair that you get a cut on any money I'm making off it."
She turns the burner on a vial. "Zova was just here. Said to tell you to meet her at Jak’a’Napes. Just keep going down the street following the smell of cinnamon."
Jak sits three more plates, with pancakes, on the counter. He nods to Zova.
Verigan holds Fords gaze while talking to him
"Ah -my mistake then. While your sympathies with the local people here are admirable however, while I do share this sympathy I have personal matters that need to attend to and I don't know if I could divert from them. Perhaps.. tell me more about this Thuldrin Kreed?"
Zova lowers her arm when she hears mention of Kreed, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. She leans forward, speaking in a voice raised barely above a whisper. "Now what could a good and upstanding individual want with a man like Thuldrin Kreed? Zova's first reaction is one of shock but then intrigue. She steps over to the counter and asks Jak for a drink of milk, and while she waits, scans this newcomer for traces of chaos or evil (though at his HD, none should pop up even if he Chaotic Evil). Upon seeing nothing, she grab her milk, thanks Jak, and returns to the table.
What business could be possibly have with Kreed... Does he want to work for the man, arrest him... Or does he want to see Kreed dead?
Ford smiled, waving back to Zova. "Zova! I'm glad to see you! I just received a letter from a fellow historian, and I returned to town to deliver a response. I had planned to return right to the forge, but... seems I was hungrier than I realized."
Taking a bite of his food, Ford nodded back to Verigan, swallowing before replying. "Kreed runs this town, as I understand it. And not particularly well, either. Or, rather, he makes quite a profit... but the morale of the Hollow suffers. And if tragedy strikes, he won't do anything to stop it, from what I've seen. If I were you, I'd keep him at arms length at best. I personally wouldn't spit in his direction."
Ford took another bite as he shook his head, chewing a bit more slowly. "Stick close to folks like Zova and Alleran instead. They're ones you can trust - I and many others here owe them our lives. Speaking of which, where is Alleran, Zova? Did he return to military duty or is he still in town?"
Zova glances back over to Ford. "Ford has the right of it stranger, but I wouldn't go stating such things out in public. You never know who might be listening." She takes a bite of one of her pancakes before washing it down with a sip of milk. "Truth be told, you're much better off avoiding Kreed. There was once a time where those who annoyed him were found dead in the streets. Nowadays... things are more discreet, but equally as tragic.
"That being said, Alleran was supposed to meet me at Laurel's, though I told her to send him here. I'm supposed to be working with him to defend shipments of wood against werewolf attacks or something of the sort."
Ford grimaced a bit, swallowing a bit more slowly. "Perhaps you're right... I'll just stick to what I know best and get that forge back in shape. With it... we'll have a chance."
Ford seemed to perk up at the mention of working with Alleran, and even moreso at the notion of werewolves. "Werewolves? I don't suppose you'd be in need of any silver weaponry, would you? I admit, I'm a decent smith, but I'd love the chance to get to mold some silver. I was always fascinated by the smiths who worked with it back in the monastery."
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"Thank you, ma'am. I was glad to be of service." Alleran scoops up the twenty gold pieces and tips his tricorne to the herbalist. As he turns to leave, a thought strikes him, "Does that vaunted tome of yours have any information of forest creatures in addition to home remedies?" He asks of Laurel.
"Some of the ingredients are from forest creatures. So it holds some information on them." Laurel replies.
Standing up Kiezel shakes the outstretched hand. Kiezel Steenvuist, follower of Torag, like your friend Ford here. Been in town a couple of days on personal business. Just decided I could offer a helping hand.
Nothing has changed since I left, Thuldrin Kreed is still in control. Payday still his muscle?
Seems Ford knows and trust you, maybe we can help each other. If you help Ford with his quest to restore the forge, I promise to help you with your werewolf problem.
This town is full of surprises, been here a few days. A werewolf problem, divine inspired quest, a recent outbreak of an unknown sickness which was luckily cured recently and a dragon sighting. Never a dull moment. Turning to Verigan. Didn’t catch your name stranger? What’s your reason to be here on this cinnamon flavored morning?
"I think...? Not sure who Payday is. I do know the logging foreman is a jerk." Ford said, wolfing down a big pancake... and pounding his chest to try and force it down, evidently. "Oh yeah! Zova, apparently, there are other dragons here. One's a copper one, I've heard metallic dragons are good allies. No clue why there's a blue one, though, not from Jak, anyways."
"No worries, Kiezel. Zova's a good heart. She, Alleran and Hound are why the plague is gone. They were brave enough to go hunting for the ingredients for the cure. I mean... I went too, but... honestly, I think I caused more trouble than I solved... I've only really read about such fantastic adventures, actually going on them... well, it's totally different."
Zova chuckles for a second. "Ford Benett... Doorslayer. Tell you what Kiezal, I already promised Ford here help in restoring the forge to its former glory. I am a devotee of Abadar myself, but I am quite supportive of other beneficial religions taking hold in the area such as that of Torag and Iomedae. All three are strong and their combined strong minded will could improve this city greatly." She shakes her head. "I would even prefer Asmodeans like back home in Cheliax to Kreed. Speaking of which, I do know for a fact that Payday is still his enforcer. I've been trying to help the Sheriff nail the bastard to a wall, but he is a slippery one for sure."
She nods. "I have to walk parts of the woods for my ingredients. So I know a little about the fey. Many fey live in the darkmoon woods, and have long before anyone else. Over the years they have got more upset with the lumberjacks cutting down the fey's home. Syntira, the leader of the fey, have been working with the Greenfire Circle. but many of the fey no longer believe that a diplomatic solutions will ever come."
she smiles, "If my skills can help."
A bit annoyed by the lack of response from Verigan Kiezel turns to the others Let’s take our discussion elsewhere so we can talk in private about what to do next?
Throwing some coins on the table Kiezel stands up. Thanks Jimmy for one of the best breakfasts I had in a while. I also like to reserve my room a bit longer.
@Hokina Tell me the cost of the breakfast and board for let’s say to next 2 weeks.
Watching as Kiezel stands up, not particularly caring not much for conversation or others problems unless it helped him
"Name's Verigan, I've been looking for this Inn and a bartender in particular. However, you said something about a werewolf problem?"
Verigan's eyes widen turning to Ford