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Noro nods to Wyam and gives a wave to Chaise.
recommend the shpicy chicken. Old family reshipe
seeing Wyam not interested in the chicken she takes her bowl back and finishes it off. then takes a swig of Ale to wash it all down.
Noro continues about her business taking a few of the gifts if they are offered she still keeps a respectable distance from the locla law enforcement.
being a local she isn't showered with gifts as much as the others.
when Orwen get hounded by the local girls Noro can only roll her eyes as she knows a few of them. at times she is seen giggling at the over attention that he is getting some of it being staged by some embelished stories probably told by a local barbarian... hmmmm.
Shayliss approaches Noro tries to recall about her wondering if she is trouble or not.
Chaise spends his time talking to the locals, happily eating free food and collecting stories and local folklore. Of course, questions about why goblins attacked and what the town's history is with them are asked. And has anyone seen the woman that came with them?
This includes approaching Spectrum and Noro, them being locals.
"Hmm." Spectrum said, lacing his fingers in thought. "If any of those courting your friend would be considered socially unfit, I am afraid I cannot say. I rarely concern myself with that sort of thing."
You get the distinct feeling that Spectrum knows a great deal about what goes on in the town. He just doesn't really care about most of it.
"The question of why the goblins attacked is one I am interested, however. Unfortunately it is difficult to know the motives of such creatures. They are always prone to such things. A better question may be 'why now.'"
"Rather than try to understand the minds of goblins, it may be more prudent to track where they came from and return the favor. Such attacks cannot be permitted to go unanswered."
Spectrum and Chaise both remember enough rumor to know that Shayliss is known as even more of a troublemaker than her sister.
"I am going to see Sheriff Hemlock." Spectrum said upon finishing his meal. "He may have some ideas regarding this goblin situation."
"I'll come with you," Chaise says to Spectrum before stuffing more bread in his mouth.
"Wyam." Chaise's voice is somewhat muffled by the bread. "Heard some gossip that Shayliss is a bit of a trickster so just keep mindful."
"I don't recall having met anyone named Shayliss, Chaise, but I will be sure to keep that in mind during our time here."
"Excellent, Spectrum," says Wyam. "Why they came when they did has been a puzzle to me these last few days, and it's past time to be about dealing with it. Is the Sheriff nearby, or should I set about saddling Fearghus?"
"Sandpoint is not large. By the time you had your horse saddled we would be there."
"Very well, then, let's get to it."
You head along to the lock-up of Sheriff Hemlock. A grim and taciturn fellow, he nods when he sees you and simply says "You fight well." His lock-up is an old stone building with a wooden extension where he lives and works; the cells are in the stone part.
In his cells he has three goblins which survived and which were captured. But first you speak with him. "You have come. Good. I spoke with the goblins. They do not know much. They were told to kill and burn; little more. Two seem to know nothing. One of them appears smarter. I could use your help interrogating him. I am used to dealing with drunken mad minds, not insane mad ones."
Spectrum nods and follows Sheriff Hemlock back to the cells. "Did they give you their names, sheriff?"
Hemlock's stiff face visibly stiffens even further. Daring you to laugh, he responds with "The short one is named Tinypants. The pockmarked one is named Wartyface. The one I am interested in... is the smelly one, named Stinky-Stinky-Stink-pants."
Spectrum raises an eyebrow and shakes his head, then pulls a large tome from his satchel and sits cross legged on the ground in front of the cells, just out of range of the goblins.
"Jy weet almal dat skryf steel gedagtes van jou gedagtes. Ek wil dinge om te weet van jou. As jy nie antwoord op elke vraag wat ek vra jou, ek gaan jou name in hierdie boek neer te skryf. Ek sal jou beskrywings neer te skryf, die name van jou vriende, hoeveel vingers en tone wat jy het, hoe baie vratte jy het op jou gesig en tande wat jy in jou kop het. Ek sal hierdie hele boek vol skryf oor jou, en dan sal ek draai om los te dwaal in die woestyn sonder gedagtes of herinneringe. As jy dit doen enigiets anders as ten volle saam, sal ek steel alles van jou, sit dit in hierdie boek, en dan voer dit aan sy perd. Verstaan jy?"
"You all know that writing steals thoughts from your minds. I want to know things from you. If you do not answer every question I ask you, I am going to write down your names in this book. I will write down your descriptions, the names of your friends, how many fingers and toes you have, how many warts you have on your faces and teeth you have in your heads. I will fill this entire book with writing about you, and then I will turn you loose to wander in the desert without thoughts or memories. If you do anything other than cooperate fully, I will steal everything about you, put it in this book, and then feed it to his horse. Do you understand?"
Without waiting for an answer, he says "Wartyface" and scrawls that name down in his book while gesturing toward the goblin. "Missing tooth. Big ears. Ugly pockmarked face..."
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Noro stays to the back of the group apparently a bit uncomfortable in this place of law enforcement. she even has a bit of guilty look when he mentions "drunk mad minds".
When Hemlock introduces the goblin Noro gives a snicker trying to hide a laugh most likely catching a stern look from the Sheriff. But he probably wouldn't have expected anything less from Noro.
As the interrogation goes on Noro takes a seat keeping an eye on things just in case they need her version of Goblin which is usually the Busted head dialect.
As Spectrum gabbles at the goblins and starts writing things down, Wyam asks quietly, "What'd you say to them? Is there any way I can help?"
"Oh, he's threatening them," Chaise informs Wyam, "so you can just stand there and look intimidating. See him writing in the book? He's writing things about that goblin over there." He gestures towards Wartyface. "Goblins believe that writing steals words out of the mind so writing things about them would take it from them and put it on the paper. Which he has threatened to feed to your horse." Chaise grins. "There are actually quite a few tales concerning their fascinating viewpoint, but it's hard to get it from goblins considering almost all their history is oral and they're not the most cooperative of creatures."
Wartyface's eyes glaze over and he begins to rock back and forth, twitching slightly, springing into life occasionally before being sent back into his clearly disturbed state.
All three goblins burst into tears and start blubbing. All of them start babbling about being ordered to kill and burn and fight dogs. They also say it wasn't their fault they had a leader- "One of you longshanks!"- but none of them are able to speak any coherent description of him.
Stinky-stink, crying and blurting snot out of his nose, stammers out the fact that the goblin raid was just a diversion! The 'longshanks' was going on a secret mission to the town's graveyard.
If you try and ask more, he says he doesn't know- it was 'Secret', after all!
"Sheriff, these goblins are led by a non-goblinoid. Likely a human or elf, or someone disguised as such. The attack was a diversion to distract from this leader's mission to Sandpoint's graveyard."
At the news that the real goal of the goblin raid had something to do with the graveyard, Wyam frowns in concern but holds off on saying anything til the receive approval from the Sheriff.
The Sheriff maintains his usual glower, though you can sense a little alarm behind it. He pauses for a moment, thinking, before he replies- "Thank you. Your information will be helpful. Goblins won't still be there. Nothing to burn. I will lead some of my guards there. Maybe with Father Zantus. Find out what they were after."
"Goblins lead by an organized mind could be quite dangerous. I recommend mounting an offensive avaunt them as soon as possible."
The Sheriff nods. "I will. Thank you. It will be taken care of safely."
"May I come along?" Chaise asks, still looking at the goblins. "I don't have any plans today and I'm curious as to what could possibly be in Sandpoint's graveyard."
Though you ask, the Sheriff is gruffly insistent that him and his guards can handle it alone.
"Perhaps, friends, we should leave the Sheriff to his business? You are right, Spectrum, about needing to mount an offensive: it may be a better use of our time if we gathered our supplies in anticipation of following up on whatever leads are found in the graveyard."
The Sheriff stares at Noro for a moment and, unusually, smiles. "I cannot imagine a man ever handling you." Then it disappears like it never exists and he turns to Wyam to nod.
Chaise relents to the Sheriff. "Alright."
"I am glad we were able to help, Sheriff. Keep us informed." Spectrum says leading the others out.
"I have studied goblins, but I have not engaged them in their home territory. What supplies would you recommend, mister Wyam?"
The day after you see the sheriff and Wyam skips following Sherliss, one of Hemlock's sergeants seeks you out. He explains of how the other day he and a small detachment went with Father Zantus to examine the cemetery. They found that someone- probably goblins- had dug up a grave and stole the mortal remains of Father Ezakien Tobyn, the man who previously occupied Zantus' post and who tragically did in a fire some months ago. The sergeant says that Hemlock wishes to keep this quiet to prevent panic, and trusts you will do the same.
A short while later you run into Aldern Foxglove, the young nobleman who you saved from the mounted goblin. Upon seeing you he breaks into a wide smile. "Sirs! It is the utmost pleasure to see you again. Since you saved me I have heard even more of your deeds of heroism that day... I am mightily impressed. If only such strength, such bravery was mine!" he sighs wistfully; he is still quite a young boy of a man. "Sirs, as I promised I have a reward for you for saving me, but I also have an offer; in a few days I will be departing for my townhouse in Magnimar. Before I go I had hoped to indulge myself in one of my favourite sports- a country boar hunt! And if you would, I would like to invite you along with me. It is a beautiful way to explore the country, and the thrill of the chase is simply delightful. And I would love an opportunity to get to know you all better- you as well, sir Spectrum, hiding away in your research, to my shame I have never sought you out to learn more about your honoured person."
"Sirs, would you be interested in accepting my offer?"
Spectrum seems a bit taken aback. "Is there a human tradition of shaming those who do not educate themselves on the topic of the nearest wizard?"
"No! No! I am very sorry if I had confused you, I just wanted to show my regret at not coming and talking with such a heroic figure as you before now, sir Spectrum!"
I like hunting! I didn't know you could hunt boring people. Spectrum's boring. Are we going to hunt him? Glimmer's voice echoes in the minds of those around her.
"Lord Foxglove, I do not think a boar hunt to be appropriate exercise given the recent goblin activity. If you are set on it, though, I will accompany you if only to ensure your own safety from any rampaging monsters."
While still unhabituated to a voice just suddenly 'sounding' in his mind, the small dragon creature's question was amusingly incorrect.
"No, little one: he's going to hunt boar, which is another name for wild pig."
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noro spent the night in her own place by the docks and the next morning wandered to the Dragon hopeing to see her brother as she arrives Sheriff Hemlock seem to already be there.
find any shpooks or shpectres Sheriff? she comments in a slight sarcastic tone.
When the Sheriff reveals his findings Noro seems indifferent to the news.
goblinsh where alwaysh a weird lot
Noro goes to take a seat and orders a bowl of noodles with egg for breakfast. A nice looking man delivers her food and takes a seat with Noro he apparently works in the kitchen, they talk a bit share a few laughs and he gets up and returns to the Kitchen. Thier entire conversation was in Tien.
noro seems a bit entertained at the attention Sectrum was recieving Noro just kicks back to see what this foppish twit had had to offer.
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"Lord Foxglove, I do not think a boar hunt to be appropriate exercise given the recent goblin activity. If you are set on it, though, I will accompany you if only to ensure your own safety from any rampaging monsters."
While still unhabituated to a voice just suddenly 'sounding' in his mind, the small dragon creature's question was amusingly incorrect.
"No, little one: he's going to hunt boar, which is another name for wild pig."
noro chuckles at that comment we huntin the Sheriff then?
We are? That will be an easy hunt. He told us where he was going.
Wyam gives Noro a very wry look, before replying in a more jocular tone, "I wasn't aware the Sheriff was a creature of the wild, Noro. He seems quite civilized."
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Noro looks at Wyam, You wern't there lasht week when he tried to take me in. He wash pretty wild then Noro says witha bit of a laugh.
Noro isn't sure if she is invited on this little hunt anyway since this Foxglove character seems pretty interested in Spectrum
Sho, wyam is it? don't you have shome "rats" to kill for a poor helplesh damshel? she says mockingly about the girl that wanted Wyam to kill some rats.
"Lord Foxglove, I am afraid that this business with the goblins is quite pressing. I have never been on a boar hunt, and it does sound interesting, but the safety of Sandpoint must take precedence. Perhaps when things have settled."
Aldern looks surprised, and then crushed. "The goblins? You vanquished them, I thought... but if you believe now is not the time then very well." He shrugs, and hands each of you a purse of fifty gold coins each. "I do hope to see you brave heroes again. Here, accept this gold for your heroism in saving me. Fair days."