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[Upon returning to Blasingdell]

Though Olek is anxious to depart as soon as possible he eventually concedes to his and his companions weariness. The journey has already been a long one and the rare chance to sleep in a real bed is all too tempting. The following morning he joins the group for a well deserved feast of a breakfast.

“I do wish to leave for Haven’s Cross with haste. You see, this owl…”

He trails off a bit, lost in his own thoughts, then starts again abrubtly,

“I’ve been searching for clues about the disappearance of a dear friend and mentor. The scrolls I found at the manor said he was in ‘the library.’ I thought that was metaphorical and referring to his written works. This owl, which has the exact appearance as his familiar, brought a similar message. And it mentioned the astral plane. He may literally be in Bill’s library!

I know there is still important work here to be done which will help this town prosper. I do not want to interfere with that. There is some preliminary research I can start which I would not have the benefit of performing while on the road. Take as much time as you need before we leave, but please no more. I will be putting Blasingdell’s best librarian through their paces. Find me there when we are ready to begin preparations to leave.”

[Montage ending with Olias’s performance]

Shortly after Olias’s performance a light snow begins to build in strength. Late into the evening the strange sight of winter lightning illuminates the sky in rapid intervals. A few dozen townsfolk, drunk on the merriment of the heroes return, and the future prospects of their town, but mostly drunk on wine and ale, are still awake and begin stumbling out of the taverns. They hoot and holler at the storm and begin singing a chorus of ‘Blasingdell’s Riches’ as they pelt each other with snowballs.

In the morning everything is covered in a powdery white blanket a foot deep.

Lay on Hands for 2 points of healing

Rurik sees that although the horse is bleeding quite a bit the original wound is rather small. Something pierced its skin but didn't do enough damage to hinder the horse's movements. It was probably the cause of spooking it though. The wound is completely healed after his spell.

Florr easily unties the ropes around Nikolai's hands.

Medicine or Investigation checks can be made by anyone in the area

Florr remembered the precise way that Constance had been able to calm a horse running wild at her stables. If she could match it's speed and gain a hold of the reins then she could slowly coax it into slowing down.

The fast gallop made it difficult to get hold of the reins but on the second attempt the halfling lifted his legs in an attempt to guide them to Florr's hand. She grabbed them on the second attempt and the wild horse decreased in speed from a gallup to a canter, then a trot, finally it was walking and could be convinced to stop.

Florr notices a small bleeding wound in the horse's backside.

When the wagon is stopped the halfling quickly gets out of the wagon. His messy brown hair and bound hands seem to contradict his fairly formal attire.

Once on the ground he jumps in the air tucking his knees into his chest as he slips his tied hands under his feet so they are now in front of him and takes a long look at the ropes.