On the early morning of the 12th of Gozran a small earthquake rocked the community of Oakhurst and the neighboring farms sent word that strange noises were coming from the gorge to the west that held a long sunken Dwarven Citadel. The Hero's of Oakhurst- The Son and Daughter of the towns Mayor; Kerowyn Hucrele, owner of the General Store and wealthy merchant in her own right. Targen Hucrele, A Fighter brave and intelligent and Sharwyn Hucrele an Enchantress taken by the party Leader Sir Bradford of Almas, a Paladin of Iomedae. Finally the party was rounded out by Karakas, a Half-Orc Ranger...and sometime caravan guide for the Hucrele Mercantile interests.
These hero's set out to investigate the gorge and the Citadel therein....and now 3 days later, no word...no sign...and the town begins to fret. Mayor Hucrele has put the call out for those who would take up arms and go in search of the Hero's of Oakhurst....
Who will answer the call.
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Mid Morning on the 16th of Gozran, spring in the beginnings of natures bloom. Trees showing the flowers that spread their seeds. crops beginning to poke up through the ground at the myriad of farms that surrounded the small community of Oakhurst. Birds chipping within the trees. Squirrels scampering about grabbing what small nuts and seeds they could.
An Idyllic scene, if not for the worry evident on the faces of some of the more prominent citizens. In corners of homes hushed conversations turned to just where were the Hero's of Oakhurst.
Ever since Sir Bradford had come to town, every questionable occurance had been investigated by him and his paramour Sharwyn, her brother Targen, and Targen's Friend Karakas. Within the last year no less than 4 times had they ventured out to stop some threat or another, and each time returned victorious within a few days.
So it was with worried expressions and hushed conversations the waiting continued. Then it started in town square of the Hamlet and spread like a wildfire. People going from door to door and knocking. Riders heading out to the outlying farms.
The work was out. Mayor Kerowyn Hucrele, Mother of two of the missing party, and the reputed wealthiest person in The Northern Andoran River Valley; was asking for help.
Each knock, each hurried explanation from a breathless messenger, carried the same message- Anyone interested come to the Courthouse at Noon today.
Even in her hovel on the outskirts of town, Tae heard the message. She pondered if she had the wherewithal to assist, but not for long. As she put out extra quantities of food for the wild things she fed in the clearing around her home, she hummed softly to herself, her mind made up.
Tae packed the few things she thought she might need on such an adventure, travel gear and some rations, a bedroll, a few other miscellaneous items. She looked over at the pile of chainmail under the small table in the corner of the room. She had never worn her mother's chain shirt before, never needed it. It might come in handy now. It wasn't very clean, and rusted in a few spots even, but it fit well enough as she pulled it over her head and down to cover her vulnerable spots. She belted it and slipped a dagger into the small sheath on the belt.
Not very martial, that dagger, but her ability to help on such a quest was not dependent on her abilities with weapons. What if they didn't want her help though? There were few in town who even spoke to her unless they were sick or injured, or their animals were. Well, she'd make the offer anyway. Her skills and granted powers could be of assistance.
It was almost midday when she headed out toward the courthouse, determined, but nervous.
Ekan wasn't as surprised as some. After all, most of his work nowadays WAS for the Hurcreles, and the mayor had been acting more and more tense, with good reason, over how long it was taking for her offspring to return. Ekan had worked for the woman long enough to sense that.
So when the knock on the door of his parents house came, Ekan was already aware of what it MIGHT be. Again he felt guilty for the excitement he felt tingling right own to his furry toes rather than just feeling worried for the missing.
But the messenger confirmed it. Already his mother was offering the poor man a drink of water, but Ekan was whistling for his familiar and grabbing his gear, "I'll be there," He assured the messenger as Mysabel, his hawk, flew down the steps to join him "and thank you."
The messenger took a quick drink of water, thanked his mother, and headed off without hesitation to the next place over. Ekan had to admire the man's work ethic.
Of course, now his mother was giving him a concerned look. His father, puffing on a pipe looked a touch concerned as well, "I doubt," He drawled, "That the Mayor needs a clerk right now, son."
"No, dad, but she surely could use a wizard," Ekan answered honestly, "And there aren't too many in town. Besides, I KNOW these folks, at least some of them. It'd be wrong to do nothing."
His father puffed on his pipe, seemingly at a loss for words on what to say to that.
"Ekan," His mother said in that tone, "This could be dangerous." His mother knew more about danger than any of them. She'd been a refugee from Cheliax, an escaped slave before coming to the land of liberty and making a new life here. Even to this day, Ekan didn't like to think of what she must have gone through.
But it didn't change this, "Have faith in me mother," he smiled, "I come from good stock."
His mother got an odd look on her face, then hugged him, sobbed, and rushed off to the back rooms of the old house. Ekan's father glanced at him, then back to where his wife had gone, before stating, "Desna's own luck with you, boy. Come home safe. Your mother isn't the only one who worries."
Ekan felt himself choke up a little, but then nodded, "Aye, da. I will."
He tried to leave with as much dignity as he could, but once he was far enough away from the house and mill where he was sure he couldn't be seen, he broke into a run.
He was heading towards the center of town. He was moving towards the courthouse. He was ready for adventure.
Ekan Waterfield was finally on the wing.
Ever since the heroes had gone out, the temperament of the drinkers at the inn had been somewhat dour. Spring usually brought with it a natural vigor-- Winter finally on the outs again, and months of warm idyllic weather...
But the worries of the town were growing, and Alrick had noticed. Even his father's bluster couldn't keep up the spirits the last two nights. When the news came that they were sending a search party, the Elder Alrick groaned.
"Don't get any fool notions in your head, boy," he'd said, seeing Alrick's reaction. "Only two kinds of people who go out seeking that kind of trouble. Fools, and lucky fools. The lucky ones come back, aye, but luck doesn't last forever."
But when noon approached, Alrick was determined to be there. His father, off to the meeting, left Alrick to tend the empty Inn. But moments after the door swung shut behind the Elder, the Lesser went out the back, staying well behind his father; eager to see what was to happen.
Grommund sits at his workbench, his vision blurring after hours of the tedious work. He is attempting to slot a tightly curled spring into a small interior crevice of a partially completed lock. He pushes a little too hard and the tense spring rockets out of the lock to strike him on the cheekbone, just below the eye. "Torag's hemorrhoids!" he curses as a drop of blood drippes down his cheek. Closing his eyes he takes a couple deep breaths. Cannae bludy weel concentrate oan a gods damned hin'! Standing up from his bench he walks over to the small washbasin and polished tin mirror next to the door to the interior of his house. Leaning down he splashs the tepid water over his face and head. He looks up into the mirror and sees his own distorted and scarred reflection. Ghost-white hair, and craggy features. Black irises surrounding white pupils.
His reflection seems to dissolve before his eyes as his mind leads him unwillingly back down the dark roads of the past. He is again in the Darklands, muggy heat and pitch dark blackness are pressing down on him. His knees ache from walking in a silent crouch for many hours, and sweat beads on his skin under his chafing armor. His black and white vision reveals the tunnel opening into a cavern ahead. He creeps forward slowly and places his hand on the wall for support as he peers past the entrance and into the cave. Too late he fells the fuzz under his palm, sees the slight glitter of the mold. A cloud of white spores bursts over him. As they fill his lungs white spots cloud his vision. He can feel the life draining out of him as visions of his own body rotting and decomposing flash before his mind's eye. Shaking his head violently, Grommund wrenches himself back to the present.
Ah cannae lit somethin' loch 'at happen tae Kerowyn's kids. Hoo coods Ah see 'er face afterwards? Grommund takes another long look at himself in the cloudy mirror. It's bin three days an' ye shoods hae bin wi' them tae start.. Nodding to his reflection, he strides over to the wall where his worn and pitted battleaxe hangs. He opens the chest under it and strapps on the intricate and masterfully crafted studded leather armor inside. He tucks his tools into a pouch at his belt before thrusting the axe into its loop at his right side. Finally he hefts his heavy backpack from its place on the floor beside the chest. He stretches his head to the side until his neck crackes, then after setting his mouth in a resolute line Grommund strides towards the door to the street. Just before he reaches the portal, a knocking sound comes from without. Opening the door Grommund sees a sweaty messanger standing outside.
"Mayor wants anyone willing to go search for the heroes to meet at the courthouse at noon." The boy gushes. When the messenger sees Grommund in his arms and armor, packed to travel he says, "Oh, I guess someone already told you. Goodbye then!" Grommund's brow beetles as his lips quirk into an expression of mild irritation. The boy takes this as a dismissal and leaves. At leest Ah kno whaur tae fin' Kerowyn. Ah shoods make it jist in time. He leaves the shop, turning the keys in the multiple locks on the thick door. Turning towards the center of town he strides quickly towards the courthouse. Arriving a few minutes later he sees the burnt-armed healer, the halfling spell whisperer and the innkeeps boy skulking behind his father. The sight makes the battle hardened dwarf cringe openly before he takes ahold of himself. Creepy witch an' a coople ay kids. Whaur th' heell is Klor? He nods to the others gathered, and stands a few feet away from them, arms crossed over his chest waiting for things to kick off.
When Ekan sees one of the others, he waves at them, "You here to answer the call too eh?"
Tae smiles warmly at the halfling when he speaks up. "Hello, Ekan. It is good to see a friendly face here. Yes, I came as soon as I heard. I know I'm no great warrior, but I do have other abilities. I just hope I can help." She looks around at the others gathered at the courthouse to see who else is there to answer the call, and who is just among the concerned and/or curious.
"I don't doubt you will, Tae," Ekan smiles back, "Healers are always in demand when things get messy, and lucky we are to have you that being the case."
Jarrek leaves the temple and makes his way to the armor smith to pick up his leather armor that he's been paying on little by little till it was paid for. With the gold that Democles had given him he could finally pay the patient smith. Jarrek dons the armor and it fit just perfect. A little stuff, but he was reassured it would break in quickly as long as he put the special oil on it daily for at least a week. Thanking the armorsmith for doing such a superb job he tosses the man an extra gold for being patient with his payment method. Now it was time to gather his traveling gear. The local merchants have a large variety of items any traveler or adventurer would ever need. He gathers up what he needs, pays and puts everything where it would be practically accessible, then makes his way to the court house. Seeing some familiar faces, Jarrek says, Tae!, Ekan! Are you here to search for the missing heroes too?
"Hello Jarrek, a pleasure to see you here. You definitely look ready to head off on an adventure. I don't think I've ever seen you in armor before. And yes, I came to volunteer, too. It seems Oakhurst has no lack of hardy folk ready to risk life and limb to aid others. This is a welcome wonder in a such a small town."
Ekan nods, "Yes, the armor looks nice."
Ooh. th' priest's haur, guess Ah can gab tae them. The corners of Grommund's mouth quirk up slightly at the sight of the priest. Walking over he says without preamble, "Onie ay ye lot seen Klor ur th' mayur? We ooght tae be aff efter them kids." His rough hand nervously grips his axe just below the head. Ah'd raither face a troll than conversation wi' these greenhorns.
Ekan is polite in his response to Grommund, "Can't say I've seen either of them today. Of course, it's not noon yet, so..." Ekan shrugs. "Like you, I'm eager to be off and help our missing heroes."
This armor will take some getting use to, but I'm sure it will be well worth its weight in gold if we run into trouble along our journey Tae. Thanks Ekan. The armorsmith did a nice job on it. I am very honored to wear such fine craftsmanship. Zarrick casually adjusts his belt, but in fact he was making sure he didn't forget to buckle it. I hope the mayor does get here soon, I'm anxious to start out on the road!
The street front before the courthouse was filling up quick. The Majority of the town was present as well as a good many folk from surrounding farms. There was easily 70-80 people present. Horses and wagons, mules and carts; all made things seem even more crowded than numbers indicated.
Felosial stood near the front, the sunlight glinting off of her well polished light chain armor. The spear held loosely in her hands gave proof that she was ever all business. The sour faced Judge of Iomedae, Verner Lang stood on the courthouse steps conferring with Kerowyn. he brushed away a wisp of hair from a balding pate as he glanced at the crowd and then said something to the somewhat heavyset Mayor.
Kerowyn, shook her head and responded, though no one could hear them over the murmur of the crowd. She glanced up at the sky, estimating the time obviously, her graying blonde hair fell back from her pudgy face, showing her thin lips to be drawn tight in worry on her aging, but pretty face.
All knew her story. She had come from Carpenden, with her husband, an Ex Soldier, injured in battle fighting Goblins, some 30 years ago. They came with 1 wagon and set up their home here at the crossroads, which at the time wasn't even an official 'town' yet. Just an Inn at a crossroads in the northern section of The Andoran River Valley surrounded by a good amount of collections of farmers and a few Ranchers. They had built their General Store themselves and over the course of years had brought trade to the small community which had begun to grow. Now patrols of Eagle Knights actually stopped over here occasionally because of their bringing prosperity to the region.
The people had seen her give birth to her two children. had watched them grow up into their early twenties. Had watched her take the bastard child in from a farmer's wife who had been raped by an Orc Raider during that horrible incident a dozen years ago when the town had almost been overrun. If not for Lord Cavius bringing his military force from Eiderhold, and the brave stand of the townsfolk. Their certainly would not have been any future for the small community.
That child had grown up to be Karakas, ever eager to help the community.
The people had seen her husband catch some wasting disease that proved to be too much for priests to stop the advancement of, 9 years ago. She had taken over his position as Mayor easily and in fact many said had done a far better job. It was at her urgings that the nobility of Andoran had established this as a seat for a Judge, proving that she had gotten the attention of those in power.
She glanced up at the sun again and knew it was close....
Limping out of the Blacksmith shop Klor makes his way to the courthouse. having comletely lost himself in his work.
his apron still dirtied from the soot of the funace his hands blackend from the soot and ash as well.
Well now, guess it being time ta see what da Mayor be offerin this time. dey be a day or so late, big deal
Klor works his way through the crowd. Damn crowds, better be getting ta the tavern early, I'll be damned I let someone be takin my seat
Klor wasn't too worried about the smithy, it was still well in hand, hell half the time Klor was free to work what he wanted since there wern't to many orders to fill.
had time to make good progress on that special project he was working on. should only be a few more days now and it be done
Ekan notices Klor approaching and looks to Grommund, "Looks like he made it."
Ekan looks at the assembly impressed, he wasn't sure there was a time where THIS many folks had gotten together. Even the gathering for the 'heroes' didn't seem to pull quite as many to his mind. The halfling made sure his robes were clean, and kept his back straight.
"Abit time ye got haur." Grommund says to Klor. Huvnae seen thes mony fowk together fer years.
"Abit time ye got haur." Grommund says to Klor. Huvnae seen thes mony fowk together fer years.
Ahh shut it ya tight-arssed brainless wain, dat ole dragon bite been actin up agin Klor limps nearer to try and see. What I miss?
"You didn't miss much," Ekan answers without looking back, perhaps not realizing the question wasn't for him, "About to be noon proper, and that appears to be when the mayor will start speaking officially."
at that moment Mayor Hucrele turned and took a few steps to the make shift podium that had been placed on the Courthouse steps and began to talk.
"Good people of Oakhurst. I Thank you all for coming. It is heavy heart that I stand before you today. My son and daughter and their friends have not returned from their mission to see if there was a threat to our community at the old sunken dwarven citadel in the gorge northwest of town. As you know, there has long been a Kobold Tribe living there, that pretty much stayed to themselves. Occasionally a few more rambunctious one's would sally forth and cause some mischief, but never for long and never at danger to our community. Well obviously something has changed...upset the balance. Because what should have been a day or two scouting mission has turned to longer than 3 now.
Yesterday I sent Felosial up there with instructions not to go into the gorge, but just see where they had camped and where they left their horses. See if there was sign of them. What she found is most disturbing. There is no sign of the horses, except some blood stained rocks and foliage and a torn tether line. There is evidence that suggests they descended into the gorge."
she pauses and chokes back a stifled sob of distress.
"Obviously not heeding my my words to be wary. So Now it falls upon me to request help. I put some requirements on this request. First No parents may go. Ill not be the reason any children grown up in Oakhurst without their parents. Second, though Rurik, Felosial and Father Democles all offered to head up a search party I have turned them down, for they are needed here to help the good people of the Community. Rurik and I had serious words about this, and he said something to the effect that I was a daft old woman and refused to come here today because of how I feel about it, so second is no major community figures may go."
"You may ask why. Simple, if something has happened, and hostilities overflow from the gorge, they will be needed topside to help defend and support the town. Finally Third, I will only allow those that go of their own free will with no coercion from any family members."
You noticed a few of the less brave lads and lass's of the town sighed in relief.
"We cannot have a small army descend on the gorge, for that could be even more dangerous, if they have a chance at survival. Better a small strike force not numbering more than 8 or less than 4. Whoever volunteer's please know this could be a very dangerous task and you could be forfeiting your lives."
She waves away the Judge's slight interruption saying "Judge Lung, I'll not have them thinking this is a picnic to gain glory on. If My kids were taken by surprise by what they found, it really is dangerous. To add credence to this, we have lost contact to two outlying farms within a few miles of the gorge, and when Felosial stopped at them yesterday she found nobody present at either of the,. It's as if the families just disappeared. Make no mistake. This is dangerous. However it needs to be done, both for the chance to save my children and their friends as well as to find out what is going on their that could endanger this community."
She pauses and sighs. "I will compensate whoever undertakes this task as well as give them my eternal gratitude. Please talk to Feloisial and Judge Lung. Then whoever they agree on, will meet me in my manor for discussion of compensation and a meal. I will not have them leave on an empty stomach."
with that she turned and went next door to her manor.
Felosial took a position at the base of the courthouse and Judge Lung went inside.
The crowd began to murmur, and most of the farmers nodded and talked briefly among themselves, before heading back to their estates, a look on their face like they were preparing for war.
When the crowd cleared, there were about 15 people in front of the courthouse, and Felosial began moving among them talking to each. dismissing them or allowing them to go up into the Courthouse to see Judge Lung.
She looked at each of you in turn and asked a single question. "Why do you want to go?"
if she likes the answer she allows you to move on...
Ekan steps forward, ignoring any snickering some might do, "Well, Ma'am. I suppose word has gone out that I'm hoping to be some kind of wizard. Well, I AM a wizard. It's the path I can't ignore any more. I want to be a good wizard, and do the right things WITH my magic, help people, help my country. But whatever I do, I'll do it as a wizard. I want to help, but just as much, I want to be on the wing."
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"I've bin in plenty ay techt spots in mah day. A patch ay ghost mold pit me a fanny hair frae death's doorstep. Ah cannae lit somethin' loch 'at happen tae Kerowyn's kids if there's ooght Ah micht dae abit it." Grommund answers Felosial. "Ah cooldnae bide wi' myself if Ah waur 'at much ay a coward."
When Felosial approached Klor.
what yea be some kind a scrawny toerag? It be a dwarven Citadel, an unless ya be a blind twit, I be a dwarf why else do ya think I need ta be goin!
He looks to Grommund An besides If ya be sendin him, some one be need ta be sure he makes it home
Zarrick approaches Felocial and says, Good afternoon. I am Zarrick Deshain. You may know me as Democles' young apprentice, but I am ready to go and help find out what happened to the mayor's children and their friends. If it's as bad as she says, this next group will need a healer. Democles believes as well as I do that it's time to put my talents to good use for the town and its citizens.
"I, too, am a healer and can offer aid. I know my talents will be hard tested on such a mission, but I feel the need to answer this call and assist as much as I can."
It's not like I'm much wanted in town anyway... I'm sure most of the folk will be just as happy to see me go as stay.
As Felosial nods and tells you to go talk to Judge Verner Lung , you enter the courthouse.
as you make your way up you notice one of the others who had been in the square that Felosial had allowed to go up to speak to the Judge, comes back out saying under his breath 'Ive changed my mind'...you recognize him as one of the farmers sons from an outlying farm.
A simple affair, a single room with benches and a chair behind a table. An open space before the table where people could present their case. The room has no pictures or adornments. There are 4 offices off to either side of the main room, 2 to a side. 3 of these offices are open showing simple desks and chairs. One is closed. Further there is a door behind the judges chair going further into the courthouse, though estimating from the size of the common room, there couldnt be much behind it.
The first office on the right is occupied by the Judge who has a ledger open and a book.
He looks up at you as you enter and shakes his head each time saying something like "foolish youth" or "Throwing your life away"
Then poses his question. "When you do not return, what epitaph do you want on your headstone?"
Judge Lung looks up at Zarrick with a stern look and says Why do YOU want to risk your life for people you hardly know. This is a death sentence your signing up for you know! This town is getting smaller by the day it seems.. He pauses and Zarrick replies, I have faith that we will succeed. Democles has faith in me, why can't you? We are taking on this quest because no one else is able to. I grew up with some of these people and I'm sure they have the similar reasons to find out what happened to the mayors children and the others. So if you don't mind, do I need to sign something or do I just go? The judge just looks at Zarrick with a half grin and says, Sign here. And by the way, what would you like your tombstone to say?. Looking up at Verner Lung and replies, you can ask Democles. He can answer that better than I!. Zarrick turns around and leaves the room with a touch of anger at how he was treated by the town's so called judge Lung.
Grommund stares at the judge blankly. "Mah feckin' nam."
well yer lordy ship, I be willin ta bet I seen more fightin' an Battele in me youth than ya be seen yer whole life. as fer tombstone? we'll worry bout dat when I be old an grey an cannot be liftin my axe anymore. son vo need ta be writin anythin in dat headin'
He looks to Grommund Not ta worry I be sure dey spell it right
"I have cared for most of the folk in town for most of their lives. Whether they want to acknowledge that or not, I still feel it's my duty to care for these youths now. As for my tombstone, I am trusting you won't need one. I have faith."
Ekan goes before the judge, hearing the man muttering a bit as he does so. When the judge sees him, he gives the halfling a stern look.
"Going untested into danger, against forces you do not even know?" Judge Lung tuts, "I thought wizards were supposed to be wiser than that, young Master Waterfield. And then there is the matter of your parents. Will you leave them alone and graying without a son?"
Ekan swallows a bit under the judge's stern gaze, "Sir, ANY you send will be unprepared, learning is what this mission is partly about, and say what you will, I have always been a quick study. As for my parents, they know my heart."
"Well, let's hope it keeps beating then, shall we?" The judge shakes his head and scribbes down a few notes, "When you do not return, what epitaph do you want on your headstone?"
Ekan has always found the judge a bit intimidating, but something about the assumption that he WILL fail gets his dander up, "You mean IF, your honor. IF I don't return, then I want this written on my tombstone: Ekan Waterfield- Wizard on the Wing."
The halfling's hawk seems to approve and gives an almost triumphant cry at this.
The judge gives a soft hurumph, but dutifully makes a note of it.
As the crowd parted, Alrick beat a hasty retreat to the inn, hoping to beat the Elder back.
His neck felt hot as he ran back. Shame? Fear? Weakness?
I have to help them, I have to do something. I have to help them, I have to do something.
He closed the door of the inn behind him, only to see his father looming over him.
I'm taller than him, and he still pulls that off. Alrick mused before a meaty hand boxed a guilty ear.
"You're to be tending this place when I'm gone son, you know that. Now go start dinner for tonight, I'm off to see the priest."
Alrick dutifully retreated, shoulders slumped.
I have to help them, I have to do something. I have to help them, I have to do something.
He turned and looked at the weathered mace hanging above the bar.
I have to. he thought. Reaching up, he grasped it by the handle and yanked, collapsing back to the wood floor with a grunt. Standing slowly, he took some measured swings. It felt natural, right...
Alrick grinned the grin of the triumphant, and raced out the backdoor to the judge's house.
I hope I'm not too late.
You gathered in front of Mayor Hucrele's home. A two story building that had practical and sensible emanating from every bit of it's design.
As you entered, you noticed Alrick The Lesser run up to Felosial, holding a mace.
You entered the mayors house and once more you were amazed at how everything in it was organized, clean and in its place. She waved you through the sitting room to the formal dining room, where a house servant was placing a bowl of soup at 6 places. 1 for each of you and 1 for her.
She said "Welcome, please come in and sit with me having a meal before you embark on this dangerous quest. If you have any questions, I'll answer best I can and we can discuss what you think is fair compensation for this."
She sat down and poured herself a glass of tea from a pitcher that was on the table besides two other pitchers, one of water and one of goats milk.
Grommund takes a seat. At the mention of compensation, his ingrained dwarven greed kicks in. Bit she'd be willin' tae offer a bonnie penny tae see 'er kids again. 'en again, dornt know hoo altruistic thes lot is. Best lit anither open his poke first.
He gives Kerowyn a grin before picking up the bowl of soup and gulping it down in one thirty-second long chug. "Cheers Kerowyn, guid soop." Licking his white beard clean he asks, "Did ye shaur everythin' ye know oot front?"
Tae watches and listens... helps herself to a glass of goats milk and sips it slowly. When the mayor mentions recompense, she looks to the others to try to gauge their reactions. After a few moments she speaks.
"The call went out for volunteers, ma'am, and that's what I'm here as. Though I won't lie to you. It would be nice to be able to make a few much needed repairs to my home, but I won't ask for payment either. If you wish to offer, I wouldn't turn you down, but it isn't necessary."
Kerowyn looks at Grommund and says "I said everything I know about the situation. But I don't know what you know about the history of the area or the place. Legends and such. So Id rather not bore you with details you may or may not care of or mayhap already know."
Zarrick takes a drink of his water, feeling a bit nervous to be in the mayor's home. He finds the courage to ask, Mayor Kerowyn, where abouts should we begin our search for your children? If it's no trouble, could we have a map of the area marking Felosial's findings? This may help speed up our search. he sits back and and takes another drink of water waiting for her reply.
Arcana
Serenrae loves me!
Well lets ere what you lot ave ta say Klor seems content to drink and listen. jsut point him the direction of the enemy and he's happy.
Ekan is perfectly polite, and drinks his water. When asked what he knows, his mind goes to his studies...
Religion
As each of the gathered pauses drinking their beverage and enjoying the warm mildly spiced soup as they recall what they know, Kerowyn enjoys hers as well and motions for the servant to bring in the main dish, some quail roasted with potatoes and fresh vegetables.
This is quite a treat mayor. My thanks to you and your cook.. Zarrick raises his cup of milk to toast the great meal.