Traveling back seems faster, the ladies bounce in thier saddles, and even manage a short run now and then. Although the fountain has yet to show any effects, adventure awaits in the Barony of Southwick!
One night even a dozing Keef is heard to mutter “Yes, my subjects, of course you can have more salt.”
After three days you have left the raw wilderness and are mostly following paths. You won’t reach Bremenburg that day, but perhaps by the next night? Then it begins to rain.
OOC At some point the gems are appraised at 10, 100 and 200 gp.
Next: fun in the mud!
You are making your way up a now muddy, narrow forest trail, when you hear dogs barking from ahead. Less than a minute later you come upon a dozen or so halflings standing among a pair of one-mule wagons. One wagon is obviously stuck in the mud, completely blocking the road. An un-hitched mule is held nearby. Three shoeless halflings and as many large dogs stand between you and the wagons, all spattered with mud, but brandishing weapons.
“Well well, just stop there an minute !” one calls. Another voice “Daaad, they have one of us with them” The first speaker squints.
“Well, so they do. You all be well met on this dreary day.” the armed halfling relax, and sheath weapons.