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“The Sandpoint Garrison”. Three hours after sunup:

Alaren follows Saverend into the Sanpoint Savories and gradiously accepts Alma's bearclaw pastries. She watches out the window as she nibbles at the treat. She glances at Savarend, This is good.
She takes another bite while thinking about the Goblin in the cells under the Garrison. Normally she would write down all her observations about the creature and what it had said and done. She starts to pull out her journal but tilts her head as she watches the residents of Sandpoint through the window, and puts the journal back. [i] Later she thinks to herself.
Savarend, have you seen any elves or half elves around Sandpoint since the incident, or even before? The Goblin has given us a description, although limited. The skeletons that attacked us this morning were created by magic, so from my limited point of view we are looking for a male elf wizard? Alaren ends her thoughts with more of a question than a statement. She feels frustrated by the lack of information she has at her fingertips. She is use to being able to find answers when confronting a problem. All the research she has done always ended in answers for her, now frustration seems to be her only answer.
She looks back at the Paladen as he finishes his Bearclaw in hand. I would really have like to have seen the Goblin's necklace - sometimes goblins, especially lower status ones, use symbols and objects to communicate instead of words. Perhaps it was attempting to answer the question after all.

“The Tip”. Sundown:
Alaren carefully watches the crowd as E-Terah confronts the Coachman. She seems to have the Sailors Ears as she tells the tale of what truly happened on the Lonely Coast Road.
Perception Check: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
Alaren is watching for any sign of trouble as she makes her way towards E-Terah. She does remember to keep her back to the wall when at all possible. She does not want to get caught in the middle of a group if she can help it. And she wants to make sure E-Terah is not out to get herself into trouble. She thinks to herself, Why does it seem like I am following this Dwarf into trouble again.
Sense Motive of the crowd 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Evening at the Rusty Dragon.:
Alaren watches as Dairkal seems to pick up on what they Gentalman is saying. She looks around at the rest of the patrons, who all seem to be looking at the bottom of their mugs. What did he say? She whispers to Dairkal. She looks around again,
perception check 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

Alaren watches E-Terah's reaction to what ever news the town guard brought. As E-Terah waddles out of the Rusty Dragon, Alaren puts her bow over her shoulder and follows E-Terah out the door. When she passes the town guard she smiles and asks Where?
He replies, Hagfish

She moves quickly following E-Terah.

Alaren nodes in agreement with Haley when she tells Father Zantus that we'd be happy to help look over the vault for you. She smiles and stifles a laugh while E-Terah do scribes the Human coach driver, by turning away and covering her mouth. note - do not get on E-Terah's bad side, she would be an a bad enemy to have.

Alaren looks back at the Sheriff, Sheriff has anyone questioned the Goblin causing a ruckus in the holding cell downstairs? she looks at E-Terah knowing the Dwarf would be more than able to intimidate the Goblin. If not I would like to assist, like E-Terah said we both speak Goblin. Before we go and assist with the search of this vault.

She stands in a relaxed but ready position, and smiles. A habit picked up while at the academy - it seemed to make her human teachers more relaxed around her.

Alaren watches as Haley and E-Terah move about the room.

After a drink last night with the rest of the group, Alaren retired to the room. Getting a little extra time before the rest of the group came up, she was able write in her journal and ponder the days events while taking a nice long bath.

Alaren blinks the last thought of her dreams away and rubs her eyes as she sits up in bed.

E-Terah gave an appreciative sniff,button nose flaring. Hmm. Coffee. Brewed strong.

Smiling, Alaren nodes and get out of bed. She dresses in a pair of dark green trousers and a loose long sleeve light green shirt which she leave slightly open at the neck. She quickly wraps a long jade sash around her waist and middle section several times. She then puts on a tan over tunic that has flared sleeves at the elbow and a high collar. She leaves the over tunic open in the front and it drapes to her calves like a dress. She straps on a wide belt and bracers and looking quickly at her reflection quickly combs through her raven hair. Satisfied she attaches her sword to the belt and picks up her bow and quiver of arrows.

She looks back at Haley who is standing in the room. A real home cooked breakfast sounds good. Better than rations or trail mix. She smiles and meets the others downstairs.

She takes a seat at the table with E-Terah. Mind if I join you? She sets down the quiver next to her foot and hangs to bow on the chair.

She awaits the server and when she arrives smiles and says, Coffee, biscuits, bacon and fruit if there is any.

She watches as Dairkal moves about the common room doing whatever is asked by Ameiko.

Waiting for breakfast, she looks at her journal that she pulls from a pouch on her belt. She looks at her notes from last night. She wonders what this day will have in store for them. She looks back up at E-Terah. What do you think today will bring?

Alaren catches up with E-Terah and walks in silence, unsure as to why she'd died to tag along with the eccentric Dwarf.
More alert than normal, she tries to focus on the noises on this town to determine if any Goblins are still hiding and waiting.

She looks at the large sign of the Goblin Squash Stables. Appropriate she thinks to herself.

A warm glowing light emits from the stables double doors that lay slightly ajar enough to let in a humanoid sized figure. Peeking inside you see a burly man sitting at a work bench hunched over a project. A firry branding type tool, only filled to a small to a point, is busy humming and working away on his project.

Perception check 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Hey Fernis, thanks for the stabilization. Really appreciate having a cleric around again!

Glop looks at Thoks elemental ray and shakes head. Glop surveys the othe gobs. Knowing Grimlek needs help and Vorka is likely to kill him as soon as she has opportunity Glop moves down the latter and is next to Grimlick. ( I think I stepped in Toothlizards poo) Glop touches Grimlek and sings gob healing song -

Grimlek gleam and glow, Let your power show
Heal what has been hurt, Change the fates design
Make the clock reverse, Bring back what once was cursed.

After Glop heals Grimlek - she hands Grimlek a flask of oil - set Vorka on fire burn her with her own flame!

Cure Light Wounds (DC 12)
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Healing 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

:( very sad