With the ogre defeated, you return to the orc camp. Grakcha and her orcs are proud. ”You’re not as weak as you look. Come, we feast!” She offers some of the “Chief’s Brew” and invites you to sing and party throughout the night.
The next morning, Grakcha waits for you to finish eating. ”You saved us. We owe you. You bring up the trade deal, I'll sign it.”
Your trip to Molthune, and its capital Canorate, is uneventful, although it’s still cold.
Amyas Charthagnion bumps into you as you travel through the capital. ”Ah, hail the heroes who saved me and my friends!” He clasps all of your hands. ”We would have died on the mountain without your wisdom and strength. We’ve been thinking about gifting the Pathfinder Society with a magical staff as thanks. But how about I give it to you directly?” He pulls out his backpack and hands an animal staff.
”Thank you for your help, Pathfinders!” He grins before waving you good bye.
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A few months later you receive a letter from the Chelixian Trail Authority ® .
Dear Pathfinders.
Report #423S82 covering the trail through the Menador Mountains has been deemed acceptable for use. Our engineers have begun building bridges and making peace with a Mister Bark. The engineers said the “Bearclaw” tribe was quite hospitable, and their alcohol could be valuable if it is not consumed first. Thank you for your aid.
The ogre had his battleaxe, 6 javelins (including the one he threw at Tavin), and an ogre hook. He was wearing hide armor made from bears and boars.
