Jorgen glances at Kurn, his inquisitor's gaze searching the man for sincerety. Satisfied with what he sees he nods quietly, focus for the task at hand settling over him.
Saorise stands stiffly as an icy cold breeze swirls around her. She pulls her tattered white ermin tighter around herself, though it seems to be more a movement of habit than to ward against the cold.
"Let us get this thing done, then. I will go where I am needed."
Her eyes are haunted by more than just the dangerous mission they are about to undertake.
"Agreed. Stefnir would need to accompany the stealthy pair, though, only his spells can foil a skilled tracker and the village has several. I'll go, if you wish, I can be quiet enough."
Kurn will help Ari with the escapology!
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Int or Wis check DC15 (Ari gets +4 bonus on this roll)
The following morning after everyone has had a chance to rest and recuperate they can prepare to leave. Not knowing where they the cavemead comes from, the druid or one-eyed bard can be asked for directions into the Sangaa woods.
"Head north and west for about a day, then look for a western river running towards the sea, that is the Honeydrop and it comes from the east, the high outcrop of rocks where the cavemead is made. We call it the Farn. Be prepared for fun and games, those brewers are pranksters. But they never hurt anyone. Just bored I guess."
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"How will we release him from his chains?" Helga asks Ari seriously.
As the goup makes its way Jorgen alternates between monitoring Saorise's progress theorugh recovery and looking out forsignd of danger or the "mischief" of which they have been warned.
Knoow Nature
Survival
Int
Ari looks at Helga for a moment then says;"Perhaps we could cover the spike with cloth to dampen the noise, then I could use my strength and my mace to knock it out of the wall"
"If we procured a good chisel before we departed, that would serve best. Muffle it well and use your mace, and it should be relatively quiet."
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Soon the party is headed into the northern Sangaa woods, they have been given several large empty clay jugs as well. It is a late autumn and the morning starts out cold. These woods are now familiar to Stefnir and Helga, Anya and Ari after the weeks hunting.
The party soon finds a comfortable glade to wait out the day before Ari leads a small group of Kurn and Stefnir back to the stockade for the dwarf. Anya's charms may also be used against the single guard.
Meanwhile Saorise, Jorgen, Ragnar and Helga wait their return.
Kurn will just tag along with Ari until he needs to do something. The further away from sea he gets the sadder he becomes...
Excited at the idea of doing something that might get them in trouble, Anya has an eager smile on her face as they make their way back.
