Trogdor1992
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"Well Caldrin we could sleep under a bridge for all I care, for I fear no man, but I do wish to stay together so the inn is more appealing, I only hope they have some fine mead."
"Everyone in the Market District knows Wilie. He's been the toll taker for the Market Bridge for as long as I can remember." The guard points down the wide street ahead of you. Just keep going down Market Way to the Grand Plaza. Market Bridge arches over the canal near Helman's Bar. Wilie will be there until just after dusk, but if you miss him, you can ask Helman where he's gone. Just give him my name. I'm Everard Steele."While listening to the guards speak of places to rest, Caldrin double knots his pouches to make sure no one can get to them easily.
To the guards "Thank you for the help gentlemen is it always this rough around here?" "We are in search of a man who goes by the name Wilie, we hear he hangs around the Market bridge mostly. Do you happen to know anything about this fella? Or could you point us in the direction of the Market Bridge?"
After listening to the guards response, caldrin turns, to answer Vak'tiel "Yes I think the Felled ogre should do, Not into spending too much just for a place to lay my head. Plus I'm not fond of staying in to shady sounding places."
"You do that here, my friend, and you'll be sleeping in water. And if you sleep in the street, we'll have to lock you up for the night, so you best pick an inn. of course, you can head back out of town and sleep at the Tent City, but an inn in Canal District would be safer than that. And I'm Bernulf. Bernulf Bowman at your service," the other guard shakes Vak'tiel's hand. Neither guard is put off by the barbarian's heritage."Well Caldrin we could sleep under a bridge for all I care, for I fear no man, but I do wish to stay together so the inn is more appealing, I only hope they have some fine mead."
Traveling down Market Way to the Grand Plaza, the two friends quickly spot Helman's Bar and the Market Bridge. It would be impossible to miss as it stretches across the canal. Wilie is also easy to spot. The halfling is standing on a large soapbox greeting everyone who crosses the bridge. He takes a small toll from several wagons crossing from the plaza to the other side. The copper coins go into a large ceramic pot nearly as big as Wilie. No one complains and people seem to love him.OOC: if the guards point us in the right direction we will start heading towards the market bridge. Keeping a closer eye on our belongings as we go. If we find this Wilie then I will ask him if the Initials S. H. mean anything to him? If he does not know what I am talking about I will show him the letter I received."
Wilie had told Borya much about Bard's Gate, but the sights and smells are truly overwhelming. Of course, "cousin" Wilie is a halfling who loves the city. He knew Borya's parents when he were just a babe. He was more like a little unca to the big Torassian growing up, but soon their relationship became more like "blood-brother" cousins. Wilie would often visit Borya's home in southern Torassia but that was before the war broke out.Trudging in from the wilderness, looking like he hasn't eaten for days, Borya grumbles something under his breath.
He was asked by Cousin Wilie, to come in from the wilderness where he spent the last few months meditating and helping out traveler's where he could.
Still, he grimaced, if it weren't for a vision of the goddess, he would not be out here, or there for that matter.
Sarten knows that the West Gate will close at dusk, so he makes sure to get through before that happens. Those that come to the city after dark are forced to take lodging at the Nightgate. Terrible place. Sarten makes walks up Market Way without concern. The city is a tolerant place. There are lots of kobolds who are citizens of the city, although many choose to living in dugout burrow-towns outside the city or, if desperate, at Tent City. However, a few of his kin have made a fortune in Bard's Gate. There is Matija, a local entertainer who commands a high price in the North Wall District. There is Damir the Steelmonger who is one of the best bladesmiths in The Far North. For kobolds, they are exceptional. Many of his kin put Sarten in that same category.Sarten carefully checked but nothing seemed to be missing from his pockets; the note was just there, taunting him. Very well, I'll check it out. If it's a scam, perhaps they chose the wrong kobold to try to take advantage of.
Wearing his chain shirt armor and with his small morningstar and even smaller spell component pouch at his sides, the rusty-brown-scaled kobold makes his way into town. The sights, sounds, and smells of the Market District are familiar to him by now. He doesn't expect trouble on the way, but takes extra care to avoid possible pickpockets.
After making inquires, he learns that Willie is a normal-sized person, which among the crowds of oversized humans is just a bit of a relief. He heads to the Market Bridge to find the man.
It takes a moment for Borya to get the kobold's attention. The small reptilian barely comes up to Borya's waist.He spied across, the crowded location, before settling his eyes on a well dressed kobold.
"You there, my friend, have you have any idea where the Market District is?"