Melian nods at the group of you. "Very well then. If I do not hear from you within one week, I shall assume that I need to send another party searching. Good luck to you, and good day. Good day, Kelta," he says, nodding at the barkeep, who is standing outside the door.
"I do hope y'know what y're gettin' yourselves into," she says. "My husband, bless his soul, used to get caught up in 'adventures' like this. He loved them. Nearly killed him, but he came out all right in the end. I hope you folks do too."
Tuli attempts to pay Kelta 5 gold to stable Frolic, but Kelta won't accept more than 2 gp. The rest of you divvy up the gold Melian has left behind, make your purchases as needed, and prepare to leave town.
NB: One week is ten days here.
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DM assumes you'll leave that day, to get on your way quickly.
The Hallis road isn't busy at this time of year; mining operations tend to be slow in the winter, and the first caravans of minerals and goods coming out of Hallis Hill won't be moving for another week or two. As you walk, you pass few others on the road.
The rest of the 3rd passes uneventfully; shortly after dusk, you come across a waystation on a trail about fifty meters from the road--little more than a couple of adirondack shelters with their backs toward the prevailing winds. No one else occupies it, and it seems a good a place as any to sleep.
In the morning, however, as you prepare to head back to the main road, you all hear a rather loud growling sound coming from the trail. Three wolves emerge, though calling them 'wolves' is a bit generous; they look haggard and malnourished, as though they've had difficulty hunting for a week or more. They also look hungry. Very hungry.
And they are staring straight at you, who apparently look very tasty right now.
OOC: Actions?
Initiative:
Arkan: 24 (natural 20)
Grinder: 19
Nojin: 14
Baril: 13
Nylarra: 9
Tuli: 7
Grunlor: 5
Brevin: 3