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I keep monitoring for progress. Doesn't seem to be much lately. Maybe we start our own AP elsewhere since we are still dedicated players?
Podlow slips and goes face first into a fresh meat pie. The stall keeper screams at him and pushes him back to the ground.
Podlow quickly jumps atop the nearest stall to get a better look.
Heya 'spector! I'm Podlow. Not much more than a farmer with a few good swings of a sword. We had an ale last night before closing. Let's check in with this shopkeep and see if they're suspecting a hit on their store. I'm sure the local merchants talk amongst themselves more than they do to the church.
How's everyone doing?
Podlow sees one of the young men from the day before across the street. "Aye, you boy. Have you seen that snoopy halfling from yesterday? He was asking questions of that man that was yelling at you. [Assumption] Yessir! He went to the tavern down the street. He was out walking about this morning but seems to have gone for quick toppa' for lunch![/assumption] "Thank you my good man!" Podlow flips him a silver coin and watches him run off towards the candy stalls yet to open. "Alright, let's top off this band of adventurers and fix this crime problem before it ruins the festival." Podlow walks off towards the tavern, whistling and faux dancing along the way.
Podlow walks back through the gates and flags down Pyhrrus and Tyra. "Hey you two. Care to be of service to the grand Protectors of Tykren?" Podlow chuckles. "Been a while since I've seen you."
"Podlow. Nice to meet you. I'm a farmer and militiaman from just south of here."
Podlow looks up to Parnell, Sierra, and Tipene. "Congratulations my fellow Protectors." As the crowd begins to thin he sees more friendly faces watching the ceremony. "Pyhrrus and Tyra. We can probably start with asking them about the local thefts."
"Looks like wisdom is the closest quest for us. There was an investigator in the tavern last night, perhaps he'd be up for a bit more work."
Padlow wakes up as the cart of hay bales lurches forward. Two old mares react sheepishly to the crack of the whip and start their trot off with a jolt. Uh oh. Overslept again! Podlow hops off the back of the cart and finds himself in front of the church. As the large man bellows out the call of the Order Podlow listens intently as he pushes through the crowd. He was not a man of faith, believing most of the stories to be nothing more than fairy tales. He needed work though and if he could get the church on his side to spend a bit more time helping the farmers he harvested for and protected on market trips, all the better. He steps through the gate and takes his spot underneath the pavilion. "Hello Tipene! Your brew made it quite difficult to wake this morning. Finding yourself below the holy pavilion as well aye?" He turns to the six Order members. "I'll take a sheet." The Form: [i]Podlow, Guardian of the South Terraces and Bain of Bandits. If the Order shall need my bravery and blade I am at its command. I am a skilled engineer and farmer and have been a part of many building projects across the South Terraces. I have dealt personally with the southern bandit gangs and kept them at bay even during these harsh times.
Podlow finds a cart with fresh straw and helps himself to warm place to sleep under the stars.
"I haven't seen anything beyond the usual angry merchant and hungry streetsnipes. The guards tend not to bother me."
"I'll have one as well."Podlow says cheerfully as he plops down at the bar. It's been a long, hot day.
Podlow bumps into the man haranguing the young people and issues a sub-par apology as he turns at him with his cane held high. "Ah ah," Podlow says with a grin. He holds one hand out towards the man as if to say stop and one hand over his shoulder on the pommel of his sword.
Podlow winks at the young men who are now smirking and walks away from the frustrated man dressed in fancy clothing. Podlow plants himself on a tree stump off the street a bit and eats an apple he bought on his way into town. He grins widely. "Festivals," he says to himself.
I'm good with it if it can be handled. We're pretty low on casters.
Here's Podlow's alias. |