"My grandmother? Oh you mean my friend. Thank goodness your here! The orcs took him into the mountains something about a tentacled creature needing mind people? I don't know what they meant? My Orcish is rough. I'm hungry do you have anything to eat?"
Singol opens up his backpack and pulls out a cinnamon roll.
"Here, I picked this up yesterday at the fair for when we found you. Uh, I'll keep the other one back for your friend."He looks at Mirianna, worry on his face. "A tentacled creature needing mind people? I've heard of giant tentacled creatures that attack ships."
Singol slowly sits himself on the bed. "I'll need healing if I'm to go on to the mountains today.
”A trip up in the mountains, eh? It’ll no doubt be dangerous, without knowing what to expect other than a group of orcs and this tentacled thing. Perhaps the orcs have some gear we could use toward the effort,” Arty says as he begins searching the orcs.
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Duraz steps outside to try and see how far the mountains are.
Duraz thinks they're about 2 days on foot.
At Artival's suggestion, Duraz starts searching the orcs and the cabin.
The orcs have studded leather armor, heavy wooden shields, and scimitars. In their packs you're about to scrounge 5 gp. They also have moldy food. The cabin has enough regular food for everyone for three days.
The halfling watches Duraz go through the cupboards.
"Hey what am I going to eat? It's past eleven-zies!"
"I don't know about tentacle people who need mind people. . . surely dangerous."
"Best to rest and heal and start in the morning, I suspect. Or should we take this one back to town first? We certainly cannot take a non-combatant forward into such danger."
Duraz uses healing magic on Singol, ignoring the rescued halfling for now, since Singol offered him food.
[dice=Bless for CLW]1d8+2
"Thank you, Duraz."
Singol looks at the rescued halfling.
"What is your name? I'm Singol. She is Mirianna. Duraz is the one who healed me. Haldyr, over there, lead us to you. And last is Artival."