Ysania Baker's page

"EVERYONE. OUT." she says firmly. Loud cries come from outside, and a horn sounds. Outside through a crack in the shutters, four hobgoblins can be seen down the street, frantically looking around for something. One has paused to let blast on the horn.

"Split up or stay together, but get out that back window and away from my home! If it helps, that horn means most of the hobbers are coming here rather than anywhere else. But they're gonna go door to door, they always do. It's how they keep us scared."

As the group speaks, the sound of regular footsteps, loudly, comes from outside. Ysania peeks out the shutter and swears.

"I knew that hobber made a lot of noise! There's four of 'em and they can see the gate is open! Best make yerselves scarce and do whatever plan it is yer planning on!"

She opens a shutter in the back of the bakery and points outside.

Ysania looks skeptically to Nilan. "They stop everyone, father. But they may listen to your excuses better than others. It's easier to just time your movements between patrols. The hobbers like things to be precise, which means they're predictable."

Ysania grunts and shakes her head as she moves to work on another loaf of bread.

"Uh. I don't make a habit of poisoning my customers. There's an apothecary in town who might be able to get you something to get an ogre sick. Short of a chamber pot I don't have much. Apothecary is on the Calphvaso way, big road, just head down the street that way and turn right. That road leads to the inn and town square though, which is where you'll find more hobbers."

She points eastwards, and then to the south.

Ysania blinks as Nilus speaks and she properly notices the soft-spoken cleric. She quickly draws the spiral and bows her head. "I am sorry father, please welcome to my home. It is good to see a holy man."

She brushes some flour from her tunic, to little effect and nods.

"They react pretty quickly to disturbances. Speaking of which, if the hobbers come here, you're all out the back window, clear?"

Narciso nods over to Zoresk rapidly. "My fireworks will attract a lot of attention and I can cast them up to 500 feet away."

Ysania peeks out the shutters and speaks quickly.

"That gate is open, dunno how much time before they come here. I've been baking bread for the bastards so I know a bit since they all speak Taldan."

She breaks a shares out a few loaves of bread as she speaks. The bread is dark and dense, with a molasses-like flavour.

"Eat this. It's good, keep you alive, Lady of Graves permitting," she draws a spiral of Pharasma over her chest as she speaks. "There's a couple dozen of them and an ogre. Rarely more than four at a time, but they coordinate fast. Smell bad, but they ain't dumb."

Ysania grabs a risen loaf and begins kneading it as she speaks, slapping it down rhythmically.

"The hobgoblins keep that damn ogre near the armory, you can hear it bellowing sometimes or the sound when it eats some poor bastards pig alive. But it's dumb and often unattended, real dumb. See..."

She leans in a bit, despite the privacy of the setting. "The hobbers, they're spread thin. This is a big town, not enough of them to patrol, guard, and rest at the same time. They been going door to door, rounding up slaves, and stealing valuables and I reckon they want to leave soon before this falls apart."

She sets the loaf aside to rise. "Armory, barracks, and jail is close to here, but you'll pull the whole lot of them on ya if y'ain't careful, and that ogre is there. So..." she shrugs helplessly. "Good luck. The hobgoblins are all staying at the inn though. Better rooms."