The mayor's trap door had closed pretty rapidly after he wished them luck.
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So sorry to hear that Orc. I shall send yours to your next of kin. Just let me know who they are.
5000 gold for each of you for the safe return of the blue stone. Whatever else you find is yours. Come back to a hero's reception!
Nice work fellas! I'm sorry about the unorthodox wake-up call, but I had test your mettle. No one wants to willingly fight the hulk when they see him first. Just continue in the cavern and you should at some point find what I'm looking for. Be careful, no one has ever returned in one piece.
I'll see what I can do. Have your scribe provide me with a list. The Mayor hands a scroll to Khartelosch as he prepares to leave from the table and asks if he can study it and return to his office later in the evening to translate it. It is written in Orc, and very hard to read. Orc scroll:
We would like to contract you and your friends for a side job while your caravan is resupplying. Please see me in my office tonight after the great hall closes. Please be extremely discreet. Good night Captain. The Mayor salutes before turning in for the night.
The original caravan coming from the east to Cloudreaver, circled to protect itself from them and was damaged beyond repair. They sent for help and when a party from Cloudreaver returned, there were only 10 survivors. The town council are all direct descendants of those survivors. People come here now and end up staying because of the wonderful opportunities. What cargo did you say that you were carrying, Captain?
Here! Here! The Mayor raises his glass for the toast.
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