At the rapid fire questions the unrestrained goblin looks at the other goblin while Noro tightens her grip. He starts speaking in what sounds like gibberish, but Krios seems to understand. Once the goblin finishes, Krios translates. He relates that the goblin doesn't know specifically who helped other than that he heard he is some cross breed, but he never saw the guy. He explains that their cheif, Chief Rippnugget was the one that sent them, because he is all friendly with a group of longshanks now and his normal goblin adviser Gogmurt is on the outs with the chief. Krios notes that the goblin doesn't know anything about the crypt and just said they were supposed to make a raucous, steal what we could and disrupt the party. As for their camp, he describes the place and how to get their but your not sure if you are familiar with it.
After the goblin hears Krios translate he chimes in in common "Glub tell you everythin'! You leave Glub and friend Kit-kit alone now yes? We be good, promise! No more fight, just play cards."
Nyx listens to everything with his usual odd half-smile. ”Sounds like we need to find out from this Chief Rippnugget who’s giving the orders, yes?”
Adarion remains silent, concentrating, as Krios explains what the goblin replied to each of the questions. He nods at Nyx, a feral smile forming on his face. "I agree. Maybe we could show him some of our magic to help convince him to talk to us."
When finished, Adarion thinks for a moment, then asks for clarification on the goblin's answers.
"Well Glub, if you explain your answers and don't fight anymore we'll leave you alone to play cards." He waits for Glub to acknowledge his answer before continuing.
"What do you mean by cross-breed? Half-elf, half-orc....something different?
You told us where your camp is, but what about traps or defenses?"
Glub shrugs to Adarion's question "Not know, just hear other friends talk. Call longshank "angry half-breed pointy ears"." When you ask about the camp itself he glowers then looks to Kit-kit who is still struggling against Noro and sighs "Not camp, fort. No traps, not need since it pretty safe, just lots of gobbos guard."
He looks back to Kit-kit and Noro then at Adarion again "Glub tell you all! Now let friend Kit-kit go!"
He nods at Glub. "See, that wasn't so hard. Remember, no fighting or we'll be back and Noro will get angry! And I hope you didn't lie to us, because if you did that will make Noro Very. Very. Angry." Adarion says, drawing out the last few words and pointing at Noro to emphasize his message.
Once finished he turns back to Noro, "We should let Kit-Kit go. They did what we asked. If they lied, you can come back and teach them a lesson." he says with a vicious grin.
When everyone is ready, Adarion will head back out to the guards. "Jarnell, the goblins should be better behaved now. We had a word with them and all they want to do is play cards. You should get them some food too, that will help keep them quiet."
Once out of earshot of the goblins, Adarion will turn to the others in the group, "Does anyone have knowledge of the local area or geography. The goblins told us where their "fort" is but it would be nice to get a better idea of the area from someone who knows it. Maybe that ranger could help as well?" He pauses for a moment to allow anyone to chime in before continuing. "I think we should also update the Mayor and Sheriff with our findings so far. That cross-breed comment, in particular, might help them find who helped the goblins with the attack and they might have some advice for us."
Nyx titters with glee when Adarion mentions using magic on the goblin chief. ”Magic is all things, and in all things. It is in the air, the stone, the flame, the water. It is time, space, and the void...” he mutters under his breath.
”I’m unfamiliar with this region, although I suspect I’m going to become much more familiar with it. Yes, let’s chat with this ranger. I agree we should update the mayor and sheriff. Then let’s seek out this goblin fort and their Chief Rippnugget.
With that, Nyx looks at the party expectantly, ready to seek out the ranger and update the local authorities.
As you depart the prison you pass by the sheriff who is heading inside as he sees you he waves and walks over "We just finished up with our ranger friend. I won't get into the details and let you hear it directly, but I would definitely recommend speaking with her. She is staying at the Rusty Dragon and will be expecting you all."
Adarion nods at the Sheriff's words. "Sure, we'll go speak to her. We learned a few things as well. We got the goblins to talk and they said some interesting things..."
He then proceeds to explain what the goblins told them, highlighting the information about the half-breed with the pointy ears who helped the goblins with the raid. "... angry, with pointy ears. I'm sure you know better than me, but maybe this will help you find the townsperson who helped the goblins with the attack. Could you tell the mayor this information when you see her next? We'll go talk to that ranger straight away. Any advice before we go?"
Sheriff Hemlock nods as he listens to Adarion relate their interrogation "I'll be sure to relate this back to the mayor. "Angry, with pointy ears" isn't a whole lot to go on, but I will see if there is anything I can find. For our ranger friend, no particular advice. Just know, she is essentially an unofficial town guard and she hates goblins. She has been a big help in minimizing their threat to the town over the years."
Adarion nods and smiles, "Sure, but at least it narrows the search a little bit. It's a place to start from at least. We'll go listen to what the ranger has to say. We'll update you if anything new comes up." With that, he gives the Sheriff a quick wave goodbye, then turns to the others saying "Ready?" before turning to walk for the Rusty Dragon Inn.
Nyx continues along with the others toward the Rusty Dragon, smiling and muttering about magic.
Heading to the Rusty Dragon you find a rugged looking elven woman talking with Ameiko. She wears high quality studded leather armor and has a beautifully crafted longbow strapped to her back, alongside an exquisite quiver. When Ameiko notices you enter she says something to the elven woman who turns and gives you an appraising look, then briefly turns back to Ameiko to say something before heading over to a corner table, waving you over as she walks.
Ameiko speaks to Lou who heads back into the kitchen and moments later brings out some food and drinks, and brings them over to the table. As you approach the table the woman nods "So I hear you lot are the town's new goblin slayers? Suppose, you're trying to put me out of work then?"
Adarion waves to Ameiko and, approaching the table, laughs amicably at the ranger's words, "Not quite. We were just caught up in the middle of the attack and defended ourselves and those around us. At least, that's what happened to me. And, if what the Sheriff has to say about you is true, I don't think we're in any danger of putting you out of work any time soon. I'm Adarion. Nice to meet you." He holds out a hand in greeting. "He sent us over to meet you, by the way, said you had some interesting news. Potentially about the goblins in the area?"
The woman smirks and takes Adarion's hand and shakes with a rather firm grip. "Glad you have a sense of humor. I'm Shalelu. The sheriff told me all about you lot as well."
She grabs a cup of ale, takes a drink and motions for you all to sit and partake "I do indeed have some news. There has been an increase in goblin raids along the Lost Coast, particularly in the dale between Nettlewood and Mosswood. Only last night, a farm south of Mosswood was burnt to the ground by a group of goblins. I was thankfully nearby, and while the farm couldn’t be saved, I managed to rescue the family and drive off the goblins; the family is staying at a nearby farm for now, but the goblin problem is obviously not going away.
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.
There are five major goblin tribes in the region, and, traditionally, they’re pretty good at keeping each other in line with inter-tribal squabbles and the like. Yet from what I’ve been able to piece together, members of all five tribes were involved in the raid on Sandpoint. A fair number 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."
Adarion nods in thanks, takes a cup of wine and has a sip. His eyebrows rise in appreciation when she mentions driving off a group of goblins by herself. "That's an impressive feat! Goblins can be pretty dangerous in a group like that, as we ourselves learned. Not everyone could drive them off alone."
Adarion continues to listen as Shalelu informs them about the local goblins, trying to memorise any important information. "Glad to hear we made an impression. Hopefully, that'll keep the little nuisances from attacking here again any time soon." He pauses for a moment before adding "We actually just questioned some of the goblins that were captured in the raid and got some information that might verify some of your worries, unfortunately.
They mentioned a Chief Ripnugget that had gotten friendly with a group of "longshanks". He was the one who sent them on the raid. Apparently, he and his goblin advisor, Gogmurt, had a falling out because Chief Ripnugget wasn't listening to him anymore because of the arrival of his new longshank friends.
To make matters worse, it also looks like someone in town helped the goblins with the attack. "An angry half-breed with pointy ears" is how the goblins described him, although they never saw him personally. Father Tobyn's remains were also taken in the attack and we found a set of humanoid footprints along with the goblins' imprints. Might be the same person. We can show you if you like, they might still be intact.
Finally, they also told us where their "fort" was and described their defences. Noro here thinks she knows the area but a second opinion couldn't hurt." Adarion proceeds to explain the directions and information the goblins provided about the "fort". "Sound familiar?" When finished he takes a big gulp of wine to wet his throat and listens for Shalelu's response.
Nyx smiles his usual strange half-smile at Shalelu. ”I’m Nyx; pleasure, Shalelu.” Nyx allows his new companion to relay the major details to to Shalelu, corroborating his story where appropriate. ”Do you know of the fort where Chief Rippnugget and his tribe reside? It’s time we pay him a visit…yes, high time indeed...”
Shalelu chuckles "Well I see why the sheriff speaks so highly of you, seems you have been rather busy." She shakes her head as she thinks on what you've said "I know of Ripnugget he is the warchief of the Nettlewood tribe. That makes a lot more sense if their were some humans who were orchestrating things. Having inside help would also explain how the goblins managed to carry out this raid without being caught. They are tenacious little creatures but not organized enough to carry something like this out on their own without screwing it up."
At mention of the fort and the directions Shalelu nods "Yes, there is an old fort on a coastal cliff deep in the Nettlewoods. The goblins have fortified it with the help of Bruthazimus, a foul bugbear who goes about trading with the various goblin tribes and helping them out."
She pulls out an old folded map and lays it out on the table, taking a piece of chalk she marks the spot on the map and slides it across the table to you "That is the general area you will find it at. I would have wiped the place clean a long time ago if I could, but it is too much for one person to handle alone. Even someone of my skill" she winks.
Finishing her drink, she grabs a roll of bread to stick in her pack before standing. "I'm going to speak with the sheriff and the mayor about all this one more time before I head out. You're welcome to tag along if you like, maybe we can all decide on a plan to move forward."
Adarion listens intently as Shalelu expands on the information they learned from the goblins. He frowns as another complication in the form of the bugbear is introduced.
As Shalelu marks and hands over the old map, Adarion nods in thanks and stores the map carefully in his bag. "Thank you. This will be a great help in finding the goblin fort. And we'll certainly take the fort seriously when someone of your skill couldn't handle it!" he says with a smile and winks right back.
As she stands and explains her intentions, Adarion drains his cup of wine and stands as well. "That sounds like a good idea. I can only speak for myself, but I will tag along. Perhaps the Mayor or Sheriff will have more advice or assistance to deal with the situation."
Marvin listens to the ranger's story with displeased interest. "Hm." He seems about to express an opinion, but remains quiet until he sees the map. "Oh, an excellent craft!" He nods at the mention of joining the mayor and sheriff to finalize a plan. "Seems we should get to the setting off. To find out sooner would be better than later. If what looks like random destruction... isn't."
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Noro was quiet, she sort of knew Shalelu, at least by reputation. and she hoped that Noro's own reputation was unknown to her.
You guys can do that, but I do have some important... things, that need my attention. I'll be at the docks. Warehouse 2 most likely, if not there, then just look for the crowds.
Noro goes to get some rum or whiskey, whichever is available. she calls to the kitchen Hey Lou, you real busy? she asks as Noro heads into the kitchen to spend a little time with Lou.
Following Shalelu back to the Mayors office you are instructed to wait for a short time as the mayor and sheriff are in the midst of attending to other matters. Two aids are dispatched to make them aware of your request for a meeting.
After awhile the Mayor and sheriff both arrive and you are invited into the office. Shalelu explains all the details, including information you provided then notes "It seems your new heroes may be well suited to check on things at the fort. Perhaps while they work on the goblins in the Nettlewood I should check out some of the other tribes?"
The sheriff nods in agreement "Yes, that might be a good idea. However, I plan to take a few of my guards south to Magnimar to see about securing additional soldiers to station at Sandpoint for a few weeks, at least until the extent of the goblin threat can be determined. While I'm out of town Shalelu will sniff around Shank's Wood, Brinestump, Mosswood, Devil's Platter, and other places where the goblins live to see if she can discover anything else about what's going on." Turning to look at the group he continues "I would ask that all of you maintain a public presence in Sandpoint over the next few days, if you don't mind. The locals seem to have taken to you and seeing you around town will do a lot for keeping worries down while I'm away."
Shalelu chimes in "I provided them with a map, but it may be worth finding a proper guide. The region is relatively wild and unless there is someone experienced with the woods, they could easily get lost." She smirks as she continues "It wouldn't do well for the Heroes of Sandpoint to disappear into the woods to never return."
The Mayor looks to the sheriff "Weren't you telling me about that half-orc ranger, the one who you said the guards had seen fighting against the goblins on the south side of town during the raid? Perhaps he could be of assistance?"
Sheriff Hemlock shrugs "Perhaps, I don't believe he has left town yet. I think they reported he was staying at the Fatman's Feedbag."
Sven sleeps in a bit, sprawled our on a cheap straw mattress, but wakes up suddenly at the sound of someone moving a cart outside of the Fleabag, clutching the hilt of his sword and looking around wildly. He realizes where he is, chuckles to himself, and stretches. He scratches himself, checks his gear for theft, and heads to the common room. The tavern keeper is already up, and Sven heads to the bar where he is working. ”Morning friend. Had a good sleep. Ya got any food to buy? Eggs and sausages maybe, and a small loaf of bread? And I’ll take coffee if you have any.” He smiles his toothy grin at the inkeeper and puts down a few silver pieces to cover the bill for the food and lodging, and then takes a seat, facing the door. He pulls out his sword and begins oiling it and checking it for rust.
Adarion listens as the Mayor, Sheriff and Shalelu discuss options. He waits until they finish before saying, "I'd be happy to investigate the fort and surrounding area and have no issue with showing myself around town to help ease the townsfolk's worries. And, as Shalelu has mentioned, we have a map, but the help of an experienced guide would certainly be of great help and would be appreciated. It would be rather embarrassing to get lost in the woods." A smirk forms on his face as he finishes his statement and he nods at Shalelu.
The smirk beginning to fade, he continues, "I'd imagine it will take us a few days between travelling to the fort, investigating and then returning and that's if everything goes smoothly. That would be time that we are not present in town to help ease the townsfolk's worries, as you say. So, just to clarify, are you asking us to wait until you return before going to the goblin's fort?
I should also mention that most of us have agreed to go on a hunt with Master Aldern Foxglove this Fireday. I would prefer to keep my word on this unless you think this matter needs to be completed urgently and that going on the hunt would interfere with keeping the town safe."
"Indeed" the sheriff agrees "If you and your friends can stay around town for a few days while I travel to Magnimar and back I think it would help to keep things calm. Remember, your writ essentially deputizes you, so I trust you can help to maintain the peace in my absence. Of course, I don't just expect for you to sit around in case something where to happen, but be present and don't stray too far from town so if something were to happen you could get back to assist quickly."
Looking to the Mayor he adds "I should be back either by Starday or Sunday." He turns back to you all "This should work well to allow you time for your hunt and to prepare for your expedition to the fort."
Nyx nods and smiles. ”I’m growing more and more fond of this Sandpoint. I’m pleased to continue exploring the streets, conversing with the locals, and ‘keeping an eye out,’ as they say. I’m sure you’ll let me know when it’s time to hunt this wild boar." Nyx looks at each of his new companions and the mayor, smiles as he casts a spell on himself, and starts meandering down the street.
Sven thanks Gressel, "Much obliged" and later, when the food is brought to him, he smiles at the young woman, and says "Thank you" and begins assembling a sandwich. He's most of the way through the process of combining everything when he hears the smack and turns to the commotion. A dark look flashes over his face, and he watches her reaction.
Adarion smiles bemusedly at Nyx as he leaves the Mayor's office before turning back around and nodding at the Sheriff. "Excellent, sounds like we have a plan. Do you have any current issues that you want our help with then? And should we try to meet with this ranger you mentioned? Or do you plan to talk to him yourself?"
"I will leave the meeting up to you if you feel the help would be useful." The sheriff, turns to the mayor and bows his head briefly before heading for the door. As he moves to pass by you he adds "No immediate issues other than the looming threat of the goblins. I trust if anything comes up you will take care of it. I will depart as quickly as I can so I can return with haste."
As the sheriff leaves and the rest of you look ready to depart she chimes in "Thank you again! If anything comes up you know where to find me."
Sven studies the oafs harassing the barmaid, and commits their faces to his memory. The next time she comes by, he slips her two gold pieces and growls, ”give one of these to Gressel and tell him that I’d like you to have the day off. They can get their own ales, or he can serve them. The other is for you.” He returns to his food; making an impromptu sausage and egg sandwich and munching on it while waiting for a response.
The girl looks at you questioningly a moment, as if expecting you to want something in return but when a further ask doesn't come, she beams a smile and nods "Thank you!" She leans in close and whispers "Not many show such kindness in this place, I hate it here, but it gives me a living and a roof over my head." Stepping back she starts toward Gressel but stops and turns back briefly "I'm Shae by the way." She continues over to Gressel, almost skipping.
Adarion nods at the Mayor. "I think I'll go meet with this ranger. Ask him if he's willing to help. A guide will greatly help us if we're to find the goblin's fort and an extra fighter can't hurt either. You can find me at the Rusty Dragon if you need me." With that he gives a shallow bow to the Mayor and leaves, heading towards the Fatman's Feedbag.
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Before the sheriif leaves, you sure about all of this? I mean puttin' me in charge of the law? I'll try to keep myself in order, but... well, you know she references her past experiences with the law.
looking to the mayor, well most everyone knows where ya can find me.
Once the meeting is over, I got business to take care of at the docks. If any of ya are interested there might or might not be some excitement at warehouse 2 tonight
Noro will head to the feedbag to check in and get ready for the activities her boss has planned.
Nyx will be around town, chatting with locals, still staying at the Rusty Dragon.
The Sheriff shrugs and rolls his eyes at Noro's interjection "Well you proved you can actually be a help to the town, so let's put your past transgressions aside and perhaps move forward on a better foot shall we?" He briefly looks to the others and smiles before turning back to Noro "Plus, maybe your new friends here will help to keep you in line yes?"
Making your way to the Fatman's Feedbag, Noro leads the way. You get plenty of waves and nods from various citizens as you pass by. All acknowledging your newly found status of "Heroes". Nearing the docks the clean sea breeze smell is replaced with the overpowering stench of old dead fish. As you head into the Feedbag you bump into a group of three rowdy men leaving the establishment, one of them shoulders Noro on the way out and glares at her "Watch where you're going you wench!"
Adarion happily returns the waves and nods, pleased with the sense of acceptance and camaraderie he feels from the townsfolk. A feeling which quickly disappears as he meets the three men leaving the Feedbag. He eyes the man who shouldered Noro distastefully. It seems everywhere has it's share of troublemakers.
Waiting for the three men to pass, and providing no further conflict arises, he enters the barroom of the Feedbag keeping an eye out for a half-orc that matched the Sheriff's description.
Getting word from the locals that his new companions, the other so-called Heroes of Sandpoint, were headed to the Fatman’s Feedbag to potentially meet with a new ranger in town, Nyx heads that way himself, arriving a bit later than the others.
Sven watches to see how Noro reacts, hoping that his problem of being outnumbered will be solved.
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Noro stops at the remark, she clenches her fist, turning to face the drunks. she takes several deep breaths.
She is trying rather hard to restrain from starting a fight. definitely wanting a fight, but not willing the throw the first punch.
HEY! I suggest you pay more attention. or perhaps I can see to it that you turn in much earlier than you want. Noro has no weapon drawn but then again some say her fists are deadly enough.
Now apologize. she offers a chance to avoid a fight. but deep down she wants to bust a few faces.
One of the other men whispers in the ear of the one who bumped into Noro.
The mans face pales a bit and he bows slightly "Erm.. yeah, I... um my apologies. It... er I wasn't watchin' where I was goin'..." Unless stopped the group hurridely makes there way away from the scene, glancing back every now and then to make sure you all are not following.
Avoiding a street fight, you head into the establishment. The proprietor rolls his eyes when he see's Noro come in and realizes she was the cause of the commotion outside "If you lot are with her, best be on your best behavior! I don't want no trouble from anyone that would be hanging around Noro." He trails off mumbling to himself and shaking his head dismissively as he cleans off the counter top.
Inside, the place is clean enough, but doesn't hold any comparison to the Rusty Dragon. There is also the ever present smell of old fish wafting in the air, which is much more unpleasant than the spices and home-cooked smell you have become more accustomed to at the Rusty Dragon.
In one corner of the bar you all see a Half-orc that was in the process of cleaning his gear, but now seems to be watching you all as you enter.
Nyx wanders in, long enough after the scuffle to have missed it. Looking around for his fellow Heroes, he wrinkles his nose at the smell; his usual half-smile replaced with an expression somewhere between a smile and a grimace. After becoming accustomed to the aroma, his expression gradually returns to the familiar half-mad half-grin. After barely a nod to his new fellow Heroes, Nyx approaches the Half-Orc who was cleaning his gear.
”You must be the fellow the Sheriff mentioned.” Completely changing the subject, Nyx smiles wide, leans in close, and asks, ”What’s your opinion on…” Nyx recites an incantation, gesturing with his hands as glowing emanations are traced in the air in front of him, punctuating his next word with a flourish as he extends his hand for a handshake, a grin spread across his face, ”...MAGIC?”
Sven relaxes a bit when the ruffians leave without incident, and watches the approach of the various newcomers. When the strange Aasimar approaches, Sven studies his approach with an unreadable expression.
Sven glances down at Nyx's hand and then looks at his face.
Sven grasps Nyx's extended hand and shakes vigorously. "I like it," he says, while staring Nyx in the eyes. "All power serves a purpose, it is our obligation to harness that power for our own purposes."
Sven grunts, "name's Sven. You must be one of those goblinslayers. The sheriff said you might need some help. I've been in town only a few days but I know the land pretty well. Better than most, I'd wager."
Adarion smiles to himself as the thug whispers to his friend, his keen elven ears picking up what was said with little difficulty. He steps back, allowing the men to leave, after which, he grins at Noro. "Your reputation precedes you Noro. If they had tails they'd be tucked firmly between their legs." He finishes his statement with a chuckle.
As they enter the Feedbag proper, Adarion pauses as the owner relays his warning. "No need to worry. We'll be on our best behaviour. We'll start no trouble." Having talked to the owner, he turns back towards the half-orc and sees Nyx walk over to the ranger. Adarion begins to walk over himself and arrives for the tail end of their conversation.
Nyx's body blocked most of the casting so Adarion can't quite make out what spell was cast. He extends his own hand to the half-orc. "Nice to meet you, Sven. My name's Adarion and this is Nyx, a talented magic-user. Over there at the bar is Noro, a very capable fighter.
"I suppose we are goblin-slayers, but we heard that you are too and a capable one at that. As Nyx mentioned, the Sheriff said you might be able to help us deal with the goblins. Your knowledge of the surrounding area and your fighting skills could greatly help us deal with the little menaces and help us protect the area...if you're interested?"
Sven shakes Adarion’s hand in return and responds, ”I fought off a few of the goblins when Sandpoint was attacked, and I’m decent with a sword and bow. But I really am more interested in learning more about giants. I heard they’d been spotted in the area and thought I’d investigate. But yes, I do know a bit about the land, Desna prefers travelers stay mindful of the world around them.” He blinks and says, ”Sorry, I normally don’t go on that much, seems easier to just keep your head down as a half-orc in most parts. I’m glad to meet you all, just point me at a task and I’ll try and help, but I don’t have much booklearning.”
Adarion smiles. "Good to have you helping us Sven. That news about the giants active in the area is worrying. I hadn't heard that before now." Adarion raises a hand to his chin, thinking about this new information. He checks to see if anyone nearby is listening in before continuing.
"We questioned some of the goblins that attacked the town and they had some interesting things to say. The tribes in the area are apparently working together and it sounds like they're up to something big. Very unusual for goblins and could spell trouble for the area. A talented local ranger, Shalelu, has seen some evidence supporting this as well. We plan on heading to their fort to investigate once the Sheriff returns from Magnimar. We could keep an eye out for signs of giants while travelling there. We have an idea of where the fort is located but most of us don't have your knowledge about the land, which is much more important in this situation than book learning." Adarion grins good-naturedly as he finishes his statement.
"In the meantime, the Sheriff asked that we keep an eye on things while he's gone and try to stop any trouble around town. Still interested in helping us?"
Nyx transfers Guidance to Sven via returning his vigorous handshake, smiling with glee at the half-orc’s response. ”Power! Yes!” Under his breath he mutters quickly, ”Magic is all things, and in all things. It is in the air, the stone, the flame, the water. It is time, space, and the void. It will nurture you, it will consume you, and always will it be your master!”
Nyx nods to Adarion and listens as he fills the ranger in on what the Heroes are currently up to, nodding and smiling.