Dario had caught his breath and welcomed the bit of magic to clean the ashes and smoke that clung to him like a mother's embrace. How useful that simple spell would have been down within the Hold. Quietly he listened to the talks between the goblin, the townsfolk, and the companions that had come to his aid when work needed done, he finally sat up from a post and stepped in closer.
"Don't make no sense to send a goblin to call for aid and then set a building on fire...unless you were hoping to sabotage their call for aid." Looking down at the goblin, Dario gave his best charming smile while he reloaded another bullet into the pistol. "As soon as we treat the wounded, you've got my pistol Warbal. Anyone willing to let children burn, I have a problem with."
Nursing his shoulder where the fire mephit had sunk its teeth in, Dario would turn towards where triage was being set up. He stopped though, turning to group.
"All of you did amazing in there. I don't think I would've pulled out of there without your help. We're a damn good team. Let me know when ya'll are ready." Tipping his hat again, he made his way over for treatment.
Warbal fidgets nervously, approaching the gathering that includes the lot of you, the guard, and Greta. She places a hand on the dagger Cevendyll gave her and takes a deep breath, steadying herself. "Warbal is not knowing any goblins with ugly big heads. Warbal is only knowing about goblins in many troubles! That is what Warbal was needing Heroes for. The Bumblebrashers are needing many helps!”
Greta frowned at Warbal. "Yes, your petition. I'm afraid that will need to wait a moment, as we see to folks here. She nodded at Caiten’s suggestion, and was about to go and do just that when the second guard, Conrick, jogged up looking disappointed.
”The little blighter escaped. But wouldn’t take a genius to know where he’s going, though. Made a beeline out of town for Hellknight Hill, 'fore he hit the treeline.”
Warbal danced from foot to foot in nervousness. ”Bumblebrashers would not be doing this!”
"Hellknight Hill?!" Joran looks in the direction of said location before looking over at Caiten. Nodding, "Go ahead and go get it. There's a few minutes to spare. I need to go get a new shirt and my gear as well. I'll be right back." Joran then immediately takes off for home, not wasting another moment.
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As he makes his way home at an extremely quick walking pace, Got to remember to find my "ol' pal" Calmont when this is done. Me and him need to have a nice... long... and not-so-friendly talk.
Once Joran makes it home he heads straight for the bedroom and grabs a new shirt from within his dresser. He then digs his armor, his weapons and his backpack out of the trunk that sits at the end of his bed. Throwing it all on the bed, he puts on his shirt, dons his armor and stows his pack and his weapons upon his back. "Okay, time to find us a bad guy. Or guys." Joran then immediately heads back out toward the others.
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Arriving back, "Alright! Let's get this show on the road! No one comes in here and tries to burn my town down. Who's all going?" he looks around, realizing he doesn't really know most of these people. "By the way, I'm Joran Bravestone. I don't believe I've officially met any of you. Well I know that guy," he motions toward Caiten, "somewhat. You were a huge help there toward the end. Thanks for that, buddy," he gives a nod.
"If we have a few minutes of time to spare, I would like to go and retrieve my bow. I am feeling somewhat nervous about being unarmed considering recent events. Cevendyll, may I borrow one of your blades during the process?"
"Absolutely"
Cevendyl hands Caiten one of his daggers, one of the clean ones not used in the fight.
"Thank you. I will be back shortly."
Caiten leaves and is gone for about 10 minutes. He returns with a shortbow across his back and quiver of arrows on the hip opposite Sulee's satchel. Sulee is now dressed in a rather masculine looking shirt and pants instead of the dress she was in earlier, her hair is still a bit of a mess, and she is looking rather sullen.
"It may be better to simply replace your hair later if it is that important."
Caiten hands the borrowed dagger back to Cevendyll. "Thank you for that."
Hearing Dario's words about someone causing townsfolk to burn, he walks over to him and says, "Yes. I am in agreement - someone needs to be tracked down and murdered. But let's take the time to make sure that we get the right someone."
"I'll be fine to go to Hellknight Hill. **cough cough** Once I've had the chance to get some healing."
"Got anything for the good old lungs, by chance?" she coughs a bit, but forces a smile."Lisi, do you have any herbal remedies that would help heal the injured?"
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Lisitsei counts out the berries he has. "I can heal six people with these berries, but only two right now. Who is worst off? Yasamina, I think you'll need one. Oren, you as well."
"Caiten, can you help triage the villagers and see who else needs these? I can attend to others with healing plasters, but it won't be as strong of a spell for healing, just an assist. After that, I can prepare a berry after concentrating for 10 minutes. It will take some time to prepare all of these."
Lisi also looks to see who is the most coated with soot, to clean off with Prestidigitation
"Warbal. Can you send word by dove to Hell--er to Citadel Altaerein--the Bumblebrashers? Whoever that goblin was, he has a lead on us. You have to warn them."
"Strange how this berry cures the effects of smoke inhalation, but I'm not going to complain. Thank you Lisitsei, I'm all ready to go now."
Sulee jumps down and walks over to Oren. "Yeah, that is from Druid magic. If you were to pick and eat a ton of those same berries from the bushes in the area it wouldn't do a thing for you other than maybe give you a tummy ache. You are a man of few words it seems. And something seems to be troubling you. But I am glad to have you with us."
Warbal looked at Dario curiously. "Warbal is not having your... What word you said. Warbal is goblin but understands not to be stealing things.". She sighs. " All of Bumblebrashers is being good goblins. Some are not smart, but none would be burning neighbors. Warbal came to Call because she is not been getting messages, not been getting visits. And then Warbal is seeing red smoke from the hill." . She pointed in the direction the guard had indicated the big headed goblin ran. "Red is meaning danger."
Warbal turns to Lisi's question. "Warbal can be trying. Bumblebrashers is not doing so goods with doves. They is too tasty. And only a few are reading."
Greta and Selma Ann approached the group, having spent the past ten minutes or so urging folks to return home if they weren't badly hurt, and to arrange treatment for those who had. Most weren't - aside from some nasty coughs and a few bruises, the Breachtons attending the Call had gotten away unharmed.
The council president smiled sincerely, her teeth seeming extra white and clean when compared to her smudged and sooty face. Selma Ann held a small coffer and wore a matching expression.
"Well today certainly didn't go to plan. Yet we found ourselves a group of heroes willing to rise to the Call nonetheless." Greta gestured and Selma Ann opened the coffer. "Please accept this on behalf of Breachill, for all the folks still with us today due to your fast thinking."
Inside, on a bed of black velvet were four crystal vials containing various liquids. Two were ruby red in color, one clear, and one a thick dark syrup, each labelled. There was also a hefty bag of silver pieces.
"We don't have vast riches at our disposal, but we know those of your persuasion find such remedies useful. And there's more -- we set funds aside for the Call each month. If you lot are willing to go and assist the Bumblebrashers, we can pay an additional ten gold pieces, each, upon your return. With an additional five each if you bring back our arsonist alive to stand trial."
"Very well, I will attempt to bring them back alive so that you may have them dealt with instead."
"Well today certainly didn't go to plan. Yet we found ourselves a group of heroes willing to rise to the Call nonetheless." Greta gestured and Selma Ann opened the coffer. "Please accept this on behalf of Breachill, for all the folks still with us today due to your fast thinking."
Inside, on a bed of black velvet were four crystal vials containing various liquids. Two were ruby red in color, one clear, and one a thick dark syrup, each labelled. There was also a hefty bag of silver pieces.
Joran nods and grins, accepting the gift. "Thanks, Greta. Much appreciated. And must we really bring this scum back alive? You're making it difficult for me, you know," he tells her, grinning wryly. "I'm kidding, I'm only kidding. We got this," he tells her, giving a nod of confidence. He then cuts his eyes over at Selma. "Hey, Selma Ann. How you doin' besides being all pretty?" he asks, giving her quite the friendly wink. Smiling in a far too charming manner, "You know...," he starts but realizes this is not the time nor the place. "Okay! Well... we gotta get us a bad guy and bring them back alive. Everyone hear that! Let's bring 'em back alive, folks! I'm ready when y'all are!" He then looks over at Selma a moment and thinks - You know, I'm beginning to wonder if this might be why Trinil won't go out with me. Definitely something to ponder - as he rubs his chin in thought.
"Maybe we could establish consensus on departure readiness? I am fairly ready ... but like Caiten, I did not exactly arrive at Town Hall ready to scurry off into the woods. I know the hill is not that far, but we might consider how long we will be there first, possibly purchase some rations so that we could stay on-site longer: maybe we could even investigate the path of the escapee for tracks or foot prints?"
Cev smiles at the team
"I think 'ready' might be a touch less of a now thing than maybe a preparedness thing. Now is good, prepared is better."
"I am ready to go. If we wait until tomorrow I would be able to have different spells available and could slightly reconfigure Sulee, but what I have available now is sufficient. I am not certain that the minor improvements would be of enough value to compensate for the time delay."
"Lisi, you used more of your spell power today than the rest of us have. You are also likely the best at tracking the fleeing goblin. What are your thoughts? Also, Warbal, it is your family and community that are in danger at the Citadel. What are your thoughts on this? Should we leave immediately, or should we leave after we are better prepared?"
Dario waits patiently, listening to the team talk amongst themselves about preparation. The gunslinger was ready to go at a moment's notice and was only mildly perturbed at the hesitation of those that had magic. It was a whole different game outside of the Mana Wastes and he needed to adjust his own priorities first.
While they discussed, he found a nice, clean place nearby where he could still keep an ear out. With an almost mechanical speed, he began the process of cleaning, disassembling, and reassembling his firearm. To anyone who watched, it was like his fingers were a blur.
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Greta flashes Joran a tight smile that doesn't reach her eyes, and she blinks rapidly a few times. It's an expression that says 'Oh, Joran.' Selma Ann glances at her fellow councilor with an eyebrow raised and a bemused look. Joran's antics are well known to just about every attractive woman in town.
Warbal fidgeted some more. "Hmmm....Bumblebrashers are being crafty. Good at hiding and running and cowering. If they are still being alives now, they are still being alives tomorrow. Warbal is trusting in your choices."
With all this talk about heading for the former hellknight fortress, Yasamina seems in thought for a few moments.
"Well. I wasn't really planning on going, but I might as well. I need to pack first. I'll meet you here soon. If you're not here, I will catch up."
She makes haste towards Shelyn's Smile, and disappears behind the gathering crowd.
Dear Uncle,
if you hear about the fire in Breachill, note that I was there, but I am fine. I was invited to join a group to explore the the nearby hellknight citadel - Altaerein, if you have heard about it. I accepted and we leave tonight. I am not sure whether I will be able to send any letters while we are there, so please be patient. I will contact you at the first opportunity.
I will pick up my mail when I get back. In your last letter, you mentioned a circus in the local area. I have not seen anything of the sort, but would be delighted to see it. Let me know if you find out any specifics regarding its location, and I will go take a look with some friends.
With love,
- Yasamina
She seals the letter, and puts it into a fold in her clothes. Then she takes out her backpack, and starts throwing anything useful into it.
When packed, Yasamina walks over to the Carpenter Guild to find Meebo.
"Hi. I'm in a bit of a rush. Thanks for the box. Here's the rest of your fee.", she hands over the envelope. "Say - I am going to explore the area. You happen to know a leathermaker here with a few spare scroll cases I could buy? I would like to keep my drawings and poems dry."
I would also like to purchase Thieve's Tools (3 gp), and a Crowbar (5sp), putting my total to 3gp 7sp.
Once the business is done, she puts a selection of drawings and poems into the tubes heads back to the town hall.
Yasamina returns some 30-40 minutes later. "Whew, sorry. Had to pack a little more than I anticipated."
Two hilts are secured on her belt, with the actual blades covered by her clothing. There is also some sort of metallic contraption sticking out from one of her pockets. She puts her backpack on the ground. It has a bedroll secured to it with two leather straps, and a cup hanging by a hook.
"Tadaaa!", she spreads her arms wide, and makes a gesture of grandeur and smiles. "Ready when you are.
"There are a few things I need to attend to before I'm ready to go." Oren departs and heads out to wherever they might sell weapons in town.
Regardless of the outcome of the search, Oren will return to the others."I'm all ready to go if everyone else is"
Meebo led you through Shelyn's Smile's guild headquarters. Plenty of artisans had private shops, often in the first floor of their homes, but each guild had offices here, each with a small storefront. Each week on Starday, the storefronts here would be open so folks could browse a wide variety of crafted goods without trekking all over town.
Fortunately for you, that meant not needed to visit a smelly tannery.
"Duba! My friend here is in need of a few scroll cases."
Emerging from the office Meebo called into was a towering, lean humanoid with dark turquoise scales and and array of impressive spikes decorating his skull. The lizardfolk leatherworker had to duck through the doorway, and his expression was hard to read for folks unfamiliar with his kind.
"Form or function?" His voice was hard to read as well, a sound akin to gravel crunching and air hissing at the same time. He certainly got right to the point.
You describe your needs, especially the key point of them being waterproofed, and he rummages around in the back and produces four of them, as requested. Silver is exchanged, and he promptly returns to his office.
"AH! A new customer! Fantastic!"
A halfling wearing a ridiculously big hat waved from the counter. The place was empty at the moment, as word had spread of the fire and folks had other things on their minds besides shopping.
"Crink Twiddleton, at your service sir! What might you be seeking?"
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Oren soon learned to dislike Crink, who was sleazy and tried repeatedly to push a multitude of expensive purchases on him. "Why settle for a piddly little shortbow, when you you can have this longbow carved by one of Breachill's most esteemed fletchers for the low low price of fifty gold?"
By the time Oren extricated himself with what he'd come for, his patience was thin indeed. These were the people he'd come to save?
He heard laughter, and watched as a little girl chased after her dog, running down the cobblestone road. The dog found a mud puddle to the side of the road and started rolling around in it, to the girl's delight. She jumped in, too, hopping up and down with an expression of pure innocence and joy on her face.
Oren nodded to himself. Yes. Yes, they were.
He rejoined the others.
"I've got some repairs to make," Hornet says once she's cleared her lungs of smoke, "But it shouldn't take long. I'll meet you all back here soon."
She returns to her workshop, spending a while readjusting the various mechanical and magical components of her armour. She also packs up her repair kit, in case she needs to do any further work on the road.
As Oren returns to the party, he recalls meeting the shopkeep and the little girl and how his faith in the people of this town somehow being destroyed and restored within a span of 30 minutes.
"Oh, fair warning. Don't go to Quarters and Bits. The owner is a sleazebag that'll try to rope you into making expensive purchases that you don't need."
"That's good to know. Thank you for the warning. I don't like being swindled, but it happens way too frequently."
As Oren returns to the party, he recalls meeting the shopkeep and the little girl and how his faith in the people of this town somehow being destroyed and restored within a span of 30 minutes.
"Oh, fair warning. Don't go to Quarters and Bits. The owner is a sleazebag that'll try to rope you into making expensive purchases that you don't need."
"What is the alternative though? I'm not that familiar with the town yet; to be honest, I was going to ask one of the clerics at the temple where I should buy things."
"I am ready to go. If we wait until tomorrow I would be able to have different spells available and could slightly reconfigure Sulee, but what I have available now is sufficient. I am not certain that the minor improvements would be of enough value to compensate for the time delay."
"Lisi, you used more of your spell power today than the rest of us have. You are also likely the best at tracking the fleeing goblin. What are your thoughts? Also, Warbal, it is your family and community that are in danger at the Citadel. What are your thoughts on this? Should we leave immediately, or should we leave after we are better prepared?"
Lisi looks up from the healing plasters he has applied.
"Caiten, I suppose you're right. Cev, can you heal anyone else who needs healing? I don't need anything to get to the Citadel...if someone can run to a market and get berries, that can also help," says Lisi with a trace of a smile.
With that, Lisi stands up and finally casts Prestidigitation on himself to clean off soot and dust, and steps out to track the goblin.
"Can't see a thing," Lisi grumbles. "Anyone help me find the spoor?"
As Oren returns to the party, he recalls meeting the shopkeep and the little girl and how his faith in the people of this town somehow being destroyed and restored within a span of 30 minutes.
"Oh, fair warning. Don't go to Quarters and Bits. The owner is a sleazebag that'll try to rope you into making expensive purchases that you don't need."
Joran bursts out laughing. "Yeah you got to be careful around Crink. He's all talk. But he will bite you in the coin purse. Word is, though, he does tend to have some of the finest goods. Take that for what it's worth," he tells him, shrugging.
With that, Lisi stands up and finally casts Prestidigitation on himself to clean off soot and dust, and steps out to track the goblin.
"Can't see a thing," Lisi grumbles. "Anyone help me find the spoor?"
Joran nods, "Yeah I'll lean you a hand, pal."
Shaking his head, "Yeah I'm not picking up anything either. This guy must've disguised his tracks really well. Impressive but not impressive enough. Anyway, it doesn't matter. I can get us to Hellknight Hill. It's not too far; let's move." Joran then starts in said direction.
With that, Lisi stands up and finally casts Prestidigitation on himself to clean off soot and dust, and steps out to track the goblin.
Sulee watches that with obvious longing. "Ooh. Could you do that for me too?"
"What is the alternative though? I'm not that familiar with the town yet; to be honest, I was going to ask one of the clerics at the temple where I should buy things."
As they move out, "You know, priest, you should head over to The Great Dreamhouse. It's a temple dedicated to Desna. The head priest over there is one Kellen Carondil who's an elf like yourself. You should talk to him. Don't know him real well but what I do know of him, he's a fairly nice guy. A little odd for my taste but nice."
Dario let the druid approach him, the leather armor moved to the side to expose the bite wound from the fire mephit. It was an unusual wound, one that the druid had never really encountered or had to deal with before. A few attempts later and the plaster that had been placed was not nearly enough to soothe the wound right. It needed to be removed and it would not be pleasant.
Dario bit his lip as the wound ripped more, fresh red spilling down over the burns from the tender flesh. He gave a sharp look towards Lisitsei before a shuddered breath escaped him.
"I-I think I'll be fine. Thank you though." The gunslinger muttered, sitting up and chewing his lip like an old piece of jerky.
With that, Lisi stands up and finally casts Prestidigitation on himself to clean off soot and dust, and steps out to track the goblin.Sulee watches that with obvious longing. "Ooh. Could you do that for me too?"
The afternoon wore on, as the party saw to their individual preparations. Ammunition, weapons, and tools were purchased, and Lisitsei saw to administering a bit of medical treatment to folks injured the the fight with the mephits.
Joran and Lisi took a bit of time searching the perimeter of town for any sign of the arsonist, but it would seem the big-headed ugly goblin managed not to leave an obvious sign of his or her passing.
At last, the troupe of eight, brought together by strange circumstance and a shared desire to help, had assembled near the town hall. Most of the townsfolk had returned home at this point. A group of individuals from the carpenter's guild, including Yasami's contact Meebo, had come out to perform an inspection on the burnt section of the building and were taking notes and measurements to prepare for repairs.
Greta saw the group of adventurers preparing to leave and asked the artisans to wait a moment, walking over with Warbal in tow.
"Some of you I've known for years. Some for less. Others I only met today," Greta began. "A very bad situation was made right because you were decisive, calm, and courageous. I hope those qualities see you back to us safely. May Desna guide your steps." She bowed her head with respect.
Warbal took off her hat and scratched her bald head nervously. "Warbal is hoping you can be saving her Bumblebrashers. They are being good goblins, but can sometimes be untrusting. Be taking this, and showing it, in cases of doubting." She held out her scholarly cap.
As the group of you turned to leave, a voice called out, "Hey! Joran!"
Trinil jogged up to him. "I heard what you did in there..." She smiled, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his cheek. Looking suddenly embarassed as she noted the rest of the group, she added, "Be safe, oaf." She winked and turned, jogging back to her tavern, though she sent another smile over her shoulder in his direction.
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Citadel Altaerein was about a mile northeast of town. The road north out of town still had a signpost pointing out where the trail to the citadel branched off, though the paint had faded from the wood. At one time, the trail had been wide enough for a cart, and the wheel ruts of decades of traffic were still there, though grass had now reclaimed the hard-packed dirt, and branches frequently reached across the path.
Just out of sight of the road, along the trail, Cevendyll was the first to spot something odd on the ground up ahead. It looked like a dead animal from this distance, fleshy, but small...
Lisi takes Warbal's hat. "I'll keep it safe," he promises the goblin. "Don't worry."
Lisi takes Warbal's hat. "I'll keep it safe," he promises the goblin. "Don't worry."
Warbal smiles for the first time since you've met her, with a terrifying display of teeth.
As the group of you turned to leave, a voice called out, "Hey! Joran!"
Trinil jogged up to him. "I heard what you did in there..." She smiled, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his cheek. Looking suddenly embarassed as she noted the rest of the group, she added, "Be safe, oaf." She winked and turned, jogging back to her tavern, though she sent another smile over her shoulder in his direction....
Joran - for probably the first time in his life - finds himself unable to speak. He tries to speak, tries to come up with something that's 'Joran-like' - which is, as far as he's concerned, clever and awesome - but for some reason... can't. As his heart races, he mindlessly reaches up and touches the lucky cheek, smiling magnificently. As he watches her fade into the distance, he finally returns to reality. Nonchalantly cutting his eyes toward the others and noticing the stares, he quickly shoots his hand down, clears his throat and adjusts his armor. "Ummmm, okay!" he claps. "Wait... where were we? Oh yeah! That's right. Hat. Citadel. Let's move people! We're burning daylight here," he says, running a hand through his hair as he leads the way out while pondering these weird feelings. Really Joran? Nothing? I can't believe I just went blank. What is my problem? I just don't get it.
Just out of sight of the road, along the trail, Cevendyll was the first to spot something odd on the ground up ahead. It looked like a dead animal from this distance, fleshy, but small...
"Hey! Let's go look at this dead animal over here. I'm not an expert, but I don't want to get caught unaware."
"Er...if someone can check that this isn't in a snare, I'll have a look..."
Once someone more trap-wise than Lisi makes sure he isn't stumbling into a trap, he checks the animal to see what it is and what killed it.
...I am not loving this crit fail rule.
"A dead animal? That's nothing new. How it died might be interesting though. Especially if whatever killed it is nearby," he warns, looking around and checking for the possibility of a trap.
Shrugging, "I don't think so but don't quote me on that."
Caiten stops when he hears Cevendyll call out, but doesn't leave the trail. "If it was a snare, wouldn't it have already been sprung by the woodland creature?"
Not particularly interested in the passing away of a typical forest animal, Caiten keeps his attention on the trail and the woods surrounding it.
"Not unless the dead animal is actually the bait for the snare," Joran responds matter-of-factly.
"That's a good point." Caiten noticeably increases his frequency of looking into the woods around the area. "So do you suppose would it be there to trap a larger animal, or something more intelligent."
Rubbing his chin in thought, "Good question. And I have no idea. Could go either way honestly. Or heck! maybe both. But don't you worry, buddy, if there's anything to this, we are going to find it out," he grins confidently, giving a nod.
With everyone keeping a wary eye out and discussing the finer points of snare-laying, Lisi cautiously approached the fleshy mass.
Lisitsei used a stick to impale the mass and hold it up for all to see, and see everyone did.
It was a mask. A fairly realistic one, made from what seemed to be rubberized tree sap, sculpted to resemble a goblin's head. It was a decent facsimile, albeit a touch too big.
"That certainly seems to be bait for a trap intended for intelligent creatures. Hopefully not too many of the town residents were snared by it."
"...what can impersonate a goblin? Many things, I suppose. Does anyone have a good enough sense of smell to know what wore this?"
Lisi stuffs it in his pack. "This is evidence of foul play. We'll keep it for later." He ticks off ideas with his fingers. "Halflings. Mites. Any number of small fey. Apologies, Guba and Sulee, but familiars and homunculi come to mind as well. But fey would use a glamour or other magic..." He shakes his head. "Let's keep moving. This was discarded in haste and they didn't even try to hide it. More foul play will lie ahead."
Narrowing his eyes, "A mask, huh?" Crossing his arms, he rubs his chin in thought. After a few moments, he finally breaks free from his contemplation. "Yeah, let's keep moving. I'm fairly certain I know who's behind this. What I don't understand is 'why'." Joran then continues onward.
Dario waited at the town hall for the others, nursing his injured shoulder but otherwise ready for the travel ahead. The seven others assembled nearby and he rose from the post where he had been sitting, slinging his coat over his shoulder before cracking them all a smile. Greta approached the assembled group and addressed them all, thanking them for their actions and wishing them blessings from Desna. Dario carefully listened between them all before shouldering his backpack, almost making his way out of the town before he heard the young girl make her way out towards the massive man. Trinil gave the big, loveable oaf a quick peck on the cheek and there was a moment of silence between them all. A few seconds later, a low whistle escaped his lips as he gave Joran a wink before making his way towards the town exit.
"Seems that one is a lost opportunity. Oh well." Dario thought to himself as he fell in step with the odd assortment of heroes that began their trip towards Citadel Altaerein. Grass had begun to overgrow the track and the trail was beginning to disappear it seemed. He had moved towards the middle of the group, his hand casually moving closer towards the grip of his postol when they called out that they had found something up ahead. When the mask is revealed, there is a quiet sense of enjoyment at the fact he had been right. It was supposed to be a sabotage of the relations between the town and the tribe, it seemed.
"Fairly certain who? Forgive me, not all of us are locals Joran. What're thinking?" Dario asks, moving up a little closer to stand beside the impressive man.
Caiten looks critically at Dario for a few seconds. "Lisi, if you have any more of those berries it would be prudent to give one to Dario before we reach the citadel."