Rays of sunlight flowed across the fields to Sandpoint, but as they poised ready to dive over the cliff and hit the green sea, something strange occurred. On that morning, the dogs beside the wastepile began to bark, sharply. They could not be soothed nor shamed into silence. Eventually their master relented. He let himself back inside his cottage, committed now to carrying on the business of the day.
After all, human senses are not so refined as to remark the scent of fearful Licktoad goblins lurking at range.
At last the wind gave a friendly shove to the first light of day, and together they went plummeting over the edge and across the sea. It was a fantastic voyage they always cherished. There is nothing quite like the coming of a new dawn.
Belor, Sheriff of Sandpoint, rose at a leisurely seven o’clock and went into his office to review his messages. In summary:
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1. no word from the adventurers sent into Brinestump Marsh.
2. no spare force of guards would be sent to ply the thick and tangled swamp.
3. another attack in the night, another caravan set upon by goblins on the southern road.
Perhaps, he had a solution.
Meanwhile, the staff of Sandpoint's Rusty Dragon Tavern, Inn & Refuge begin preparing breakfast. The proprietor, one Ameiko Kaijitsu, sits at the bar reviewing a number of scrolls. She frowns over the vellum in her ink-stained fingers while her employees go about their tasks. Soon, the smells of delicious chicken and noodles waft out of the clattering kitchen. The tasty scent floods out upon the street and up among the guest rooms.
It is Starday in Sandpoint, 0800 hours.
