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The baroness chuckles: "Ah, a ratfolk. We do not see your kind much around here, though I have met some of your race before. Much cleverer than you lead on... but alas, we recovered my husband's remains many years ago, though I appreciate your offer. No, all I need at the moment is to find out what in the name of the gods is going on here... I would prefer if you all got to it as soon as possible. Is there anything else you need from me?"
The Baroness smiles. "Ah, that is most wonderful news. Morkai was it? Thank you for this deed. And what of your friends here? Will they be joining you? It isn't safe to go alone."
"Today's your lucky day, stangers. Mulle and Hodd here can't handle this without the Sheriff to hold their hands, and I want to know what happened here. You seem to be a capable bunch. If you go in there and look through the rubble - find out what happened and why there are kobolds in my town - I'll pay the lot of you 500 gold pieces. While you're looking around in the ruins, keep an eye out for any signs of our local eccentric, Hunclay. It seems somewhat suspicious to me that he's not answering his door. Let me know what you find" DC 15 Sense Motive: Those of you who make your checks notice a strain in her voice. If questioned about it, she sighs and says tersely: "Yes... my fool of a husband, bless his soul, lost his life poking around that damned tower. I had honestly come to think of the place sort of as his memorial... I am not surprised the dangerous old place finally fell; Hunclay has been pestering me for permission to knock the thing down for years. Very suspicious he is not here..."
"Today's your lucky day, stangers. Mulle and Hodd here can't handle this without the Sheriff to hold their hands, and I want to know what happened here. You seem to be a capable bunch. If you go in there and look through the rubble - find out what happened and why there are kobolds in my town - I'll pay the lot of you 500 gold pieces. While you're looking around in the ruins, keep an eye out for any signs of our local eccentric, Hunclay. It seems somewhat suspicious to me that he's not answering his door. Let me know what you find" DC 15 Sense Motive: Those of you who make your checks notice a strain in her voice. If questioned about it, she sighs and says tersely: "Yes... my fool of a husband, bless his soul, lost his life poking around that damned tower. I had honestly come to think of the place sort of as his memorial... I am not surprised the dangerous old place finally fell; Hunclay has been pestering me for permission to knock the thing down for years. Very suspicious he is not here..." |
