Prologue (Move 11)
30 Flamerule 1372 DR, Caerrhen, Damara-Impiltur border
It is currently unseasonably warm and uncomfortable in northwestern Impiltur, with uncharacteristically high humidity. There is no noticeable wind.
Yanis Princetonson, Approximately 0930 hours
The hatch to the cellar is, oddly enough, locked, albeit with a poorly made and rusty lock. It looks like it would be a simple job to pick and even easier to bash open, although the latter would make a fair amount of noise. Of course, you still have not seen anyone this morning, that is anyone outside of Karok and the denizens of the Tankard. Karok willingly takes the dagger you offer, and moves to peek around the corner — "I should have told you that I went through the front door, but this makes much more sense. It's sneakier, safer, quieter..." He pauses for a second. "It's all clear, so whatever your plan is, I'd get to taking care of it soon, otherwise someone might hear the nois—" He stops talking and flushes sheepishly, shrugging.
Sir Zichard Danilk, Approximately 1115 hours
OOC: The tree branch is within reach, being approximately 7.5 ft. of the ground. As Zichard's 6 ft. 1 in. he should be able to catch the rat-thing with the shortsword easily. The creature itself is roughly 2.5 or 3 ft., so you might, if lucky, get a body shot on it.
[Attack Roll, Zichard against Rat-Thing (flat-footed): (20 on d20) + (+4 attack bonus) + (+2 Smite Evil) = 26, Critical threat. Confirm Critical: 20 on d20, Confirmed, Instant Kill threat. Confirm Instant Kill: 1 on d20, Failure. Damage: (3 on d6) + (+2 Str) + (+1 Smite Evil) + (2 on d6) + (+2 Str) + (+1 Smite Evil) = 11 damage. OOC: This, incidentally, would qualify as lucky.] You can feel the Essence of Torm guiding your blade home as you slide it into the bowels of the rat-thing. As you rip your blade free, the beast falls to the ground of the orchard, a bloody mess.
Korbi Gobknocker, Approximately 1115 hours
Isaanhen flushes at your politeness, attempting to stutter an apology, he flushes a deeper red. By this time you've already managed to get up, gather yourself, and move over to the stained glass panel the two men had been installing. Most of the panel has not yet been set into the wall, but you can make out what appears to be some kind of rat in it.
"A gift from Father Alixanather of Athkatla, upon the building of the new temple. I don't know the name of the artisan that composed it. All the other work you see here is the work of the master glazier, Calannspyr Boranthel of Lyrabar." The voice is Isaanhen's and he's smiling sheepishly. "I may be horrible at comforting people, but I'm more than capable at discussing glass work. Somehow it doesn't seem like a very practical trade-off, given my real profession." You notice that the other elf has not yet returned.
Daan, Approximately 1315 hours
Vadim looks at you and runs his hand through his hair. He shrugs and gestures over at Mickul — "Mickul, leave that be and come take the beast away from our gnome friend." Mickul drops his work to come take your bundle away from you. As he slings it over his shoulder, he nods at you and starts to head over into town. Vadim smiles and offers his hand. "Well, if you'd like to follow us in, you're welcome to do so, but you surely aren't obligated. At any rate, well met."