Right-o, I'm off to get some ale and stew, bought time I started eating better,
Manny stumps off for his victory feast while Ruul goes off to enjoy himself as well, they will meet later at the inn no doubt.
Hey; Manny over here! Sorval waves at Manny. Comee on I`ll buy the first round... When everyone else gets here.
Hey there Sorval, we did pretty good at the fight huh? Ruul will be along soon enough I guess.
Manny gulps down some ale.That fella Ruul was fighten was on some drugs. Ruul really doesn't like that fat and we might be lookin up the peddler that sells it in a few weeks. There is also another job opportunity.
Some dwarves have been experiencing breakins and so we'll be heading over in a few days to check the place out and have a look out for any more attempts. More cash and good rep I reckon.
Sorval takes a sip of her tea and nods. Those both sound like fun; I have some leads on someone I'm looking for. But I have to do some favors for the sheriff- how would like to rid the world of a few bandits tommrrow?
Sounds good to me.
Zeltor follows Manny around in silence, and nods to Sorval as they meet in the inn - "Well met Sorval"
Ordering a tea for himself, he listens intently to his companion's recount of some sort of favour for the sheriff - "Are there bandits in the area?" - he questions.
Finding Ingrit yields him a smile.
"I didn' want to interrupt yer victory time, bu' I did watch it an' I am impressed."
Her eyes are afire, no doubt about it. "Bu' you are fine, eh? No lastin' damage? It didn't look like he really got you hard, but ya never know."
She rubs his sweaty back and grins, following him unless he pushed her away.
For a change of pace, the party made their way to the Errant Wolf, wherein Sorval took the time to buy them rounds. The barkeep didn't give them swill for what they paid. In fact, a majority of their beverages were above average (perhaps he heard about the fight?).
There is an envelope with an address tied to the doorknob of your room at the inn.
Ingrit laughs heartily, placing one hand on her hip and tugging at Ruul's fur with the other.
"Ye'd better not. I've half a mind to charge you, what with the charge of the specialized night tea I'm gannae need after all this. Best I didn't join in the festivities, though, or I wouldnae have the energy."
She grins mischeviously.
Ingrit did indeed have her own place, a small cottage of stone, and, in places, brick. It had two bedrooms and a living room, where she had what looked to be a massive frame waiting above the mantelpiece for the wings you procured earlier.
Much of the house bore signals that she often wassn't there.
Her bed was, luckily enough, large enough to accommodate two.
She was ...passionate. Ruul could guess that a weakling would suffer in her embrace, let alone her bed.
Sorval takes a sip of her tea and begins explaining. Yeah- the Sherriff is holding some information on my brother... you see about three years ago; my brother left on a journey for answers on why our tribe was wiped out... leaving me behind with our adoptive parents. About a month ago I overheard some travellers' talking about him... and now here I am- the sherriff doesn't seem too confident my abilities; although he said some bandit-slaying will change his mind.
Now who could have left this here?
Horfil opens the envelope.
Flex!
Sounds like a plan lets see, we have these jobs for us.
1.Two days or so helping out the dwarves with the thefts that are going on
2.Helping out the sheriff with the bandits
3.We still have something to do with that theater, right?
Dear Pitfighter,
It has come to our attention that you have easily trounced our son, Skeiyer McHalla. Before you fret, this letter is not retaliatory or threatening. It is, in fact, a job offer.
Our boy, who should be a man by now, has sights on becoming a Pathfinder, but a stray wind forces him to hide indoors. This is an embarrassment to us. What we need is someone to take him aside and teach him grace under pressure. Being that you bested him without shaming him, he should respect you.
If you are interested, speak to our steward, Nilheim Krantz, in the Errant Wolf tomorrow night.
If you encounter our son, please do not quote us.
Thank you,
Emilia and Rholhei Frozenheart
(this is followed by a seal)
Manny is slurping some porridge at the Errant Wolf after dragging himself away from his hovel. When Ruul enters, Manny nods and salutes with his tankard.
Hey there loverboy, ready for more work?
We have the dwarves who are complaining about their shop being broke into so we can camp out there in about two days. I think there was something we could do with the theater as well and the sheriff has been having bandit troubles.
Probably talk about the bandits and see about the dwarves. I reckon dealing with the bandits will take us out of the city.
Let's wait for Sorval, since she has a big interest in coming along with us. Seems she needs info from the sheriff and he will be more helpful if we trounce the bandits.
Zeltor meets the others also at the Errant Wolf, having apparently recovered from his bout the former day - "Well met Ruul and Manny" - he greets them, motioning to sit down - "I was hoping to find you here, and wanted to inquire if you would allow me to accompany you this day" - he questions, overly formal as usual for the History teacher.
Sure thing. We're waiting for Sorval since she might have a lead for us about dealing with bandits.
"Very well" - the tiefling smiles - "I will then ask for something to eat while we wait" - he adds, ordering a spartan meal - herbal tea and toasted bread, coated with a sparse amount of butter.
After sipping on his tea, he comments - "I have been living in the area for a couple of months now, but it is only recently that I began realizing how much more is going on outside the walls of the school and library - my eyes are beginning to open it seems"
Haven't seen her yet today.
"I haven't seen her since yesterday no - she should be showing up shortly as agreed I believe"
Sorval awakens with in a curl; she had dreamed that there was a deathly chill in the air and it was trying to kill her. Realizing that she must be almost an hour behind her personal schedule, she does a few exercises; puts on a fresh outfit, and dons her armor... She then races downstairs looking somewhat unkempt and like she had recently awoken form slumber.
Sorry about that; I overslept; I think. Sorval says as she takes a seat with the rest of the group. What time is it?
Still morning. So, you were talking about somethin about helping out the sheriff with his bandit problems?
Sorval nods reassuringly to herself, almost as if she had forgotten about it Yes, Let's see, He said something about dealing with some firebug, in some forest nearby, if I remember correctly...
Maybe we can hire a tracker/hunter who can take us to the location where the bandits tend to appear to do their banditry.
"Then I guess we are all set" - Zeltor puts down his finished tea.
As they are moving along, he adds - "Sorval, do we have any idea of what exactly are these bandits' actions? Are there any specific details?"
Sorval looks down and to the right; recalling details Let's see; the Sherriff said the Firebug was an alchemist obsessed with his fire bombs... Sorval's tail swishes left to right rather swiftly. Another group is led by a mute couple, and he mentioned some thing about a group of orc exiles of some kind... She pauses and her tail swishes once more; Also; one of these groups are around because my brother eliminated the one before it.
Looks like we have a lot of work ahead of us. Wonder if we could get them to fight each other and make things easier for ourselves.
Sorval nods Or a functional diplomatic discourse.
Convince them to stop? Well I'm not good at chatty stuff but I guess we can try.
Or just stall them long enough to get the first few blows in... either way; we should work toward an ambush of some kind with such a possibility of facing larger groups...
Pretend we are some merchants? rent a few wagons and horses but that really runs the risk of us getting into debt.