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”Marcus Dale is right. Auria has said that the men should be kept away from people to protect us from whatever is the cause of their illness, and she has never lied to us before. Now is not the time to be taking up arms, not when we’ve come so far, and done so well. The forest is cleared with care with the help of the Maetaur, and the Gymnaga have shown us how to manage the river to water our fields, and maintain the fish and plants better than it has ever been. We’ve always welcomed people, good people, in Woodbridge, and we always will. The Dale family are good people, skilled and fair. If they are taking a stand against violence, then I stand with them.”

Day 5, Marcus at Margie Toolwoad’s home afternoon

“The rig does need to be fixed,” Margie says and then she manages an awkward smile. “But I’ve nothing to pay you for it, unless you’d accept the beaver pelts that Mister Die eridon has managed to bring me. I have three will that pay for a new rig or at least some new parts that will keep it from giving up on me for a while longer?”
Marcus earns 300 experience points

Day 5, late morning, Margie Toolwoad's home, marcus

Margie smiles at Marcus, and invites him into her home saying, Well, I know I have just the thing you are looking for.” She asks you to wait a moment while she goes into a back room of the house.

You stand in a large room that is part living area and part kitchen, with a heavy, but not large, wooden table pushed against the wall near a fireplace where there is a small smoldering pile of peat fuel. . There is a cupboard next to the table and it is filled with fine porcelain plates, cups and bowls. There are two wooden chairs, with home crafted mats made from yarn on the seats, near the fireplace. The room is filled with the smell of simmering wild berries, and then you see a small black pot, covered loosely by an oversized lid, hanging on a metal rod above smoldering (but not burning, there are no flames) peat. You notice that the “rig” (an assembly of metal rods attached to two plates that straddle the smoldering peat) is very old and looks as if it is ready to fall apart if it is bumped, and the top rod bends even from the slight weight of the small cooking pot.

Margie returns presently carrying two yards of fine woolen yarn woven into a blanket.

“I bought this wool yarn a year ago and made this blanket. I had this idea that there were, well, you know how it is, I thought that someone in the village was bringing back riding horses from Castletown and that there would be a market for horse blankets. Turned out that there were no horses to bring back, and I’ve not found a use for this wool yet. I’ll trade this to you for your leather craps. How does that sound?”

Day 5, morning at Woodbridge

Marcus, at Margie Toolwoad’s home

“Good morning Marcus, what can I do for you?”

”I’m tired. When are we going to rest? Where are we going to sleep? I don’t feel very good.”

"My mother used to tell terrible stories about the island called Jackal's Claw, and a pirate captain named Blood Drinking Dan. She would entertain the men who came..."

Henrietta stops suddenly, and then after her mouth hangs open for a moment she continues, changing the subject.

“What should we do with the gold? Do you really think it’s real, solid gold? It must be worth a fortune. Should we try to drag the chest up and hide it somewhere on the beach?”

She walks a few paces down the pier toward the ocean and holds her arms tightly against her body. She turns, wraps her arms around her shoulders and looks toward lady Fira with a sad, frightened expression, “I don’t want to go back out on the water in a boat we can’t, or don’t know how to sail, but if you think it is our best chance, My Lady, I’ll follow you.”

The slim, attractive, Basconde woman looks first at Lady Fira, and then to Telthes. She holds her hands out to her sides and asks to no one in particular, "What are we supposed to do?"

When Henrietta wakes she hugs her arms around herself tightly, shivers, and then stands and stretches her back. After she arches over backward she leans forward, and touches her toes, then performs a few interesting moves, twisting and turning from side to side. When she is repeatedly hampered by the confining tightness of her dress she becomes exasperated, and in a fit of anger she reaches down to the hem of the dress, on the side of her left leg, and tears the dress violently all the way up to her thigh. Once again Henrietta begins a routine of exercises, trying to loosen up her aching and stiff body, but there is something decidedly familiar about the way she moves.

Fortitude Save, Exposure DC12: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Non Lethal Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Fortitude Save, Wake, No DC: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

A very beautiful Basconde girl, with dark red hair, and smoldering brown eyes looks up at Lady Fira with a frightened and pleading expression, “Excuse me, Lady Falinecci isn’t it, please, could you help me get down from the boat.” She lifts her arms, with one hand pushes a strand of wet hair out of her face, and waits for someone to lift her up and over the edge of the boat. It is not that she is too small to climb over, no, but most likely it is her close fitted and heavy evening dress that makes it would make it difficult for her to get out of the boat on her own.

"Where are we?"