OOC: Going to move things along. Walking Dad, I'm writing out your character for the moment, with the door open to return.
The Ravine
The wolves' hackles are raised and both start snarling. Suddenly, Finlil's wolf takes off away from the ravine at top speed. Finlil takes off after it. Ringrill and Athanil have seen this happen before of course...Finlil's wolf is more than a little skittish.
The light doesn't reach very far into the ravine itself, but Ringrill, Athanil and Merenita can hear the voices of goblins somewhere below...coming up.
Ol' Boar Inn
Garon chuckles, his booming voice again carrying throughout the common room, at the question about the goblins and their apples, "Trustworthy goblin? That's rarer than a beardless dwarf and just as unnatural. They been trying to sell the things for well on to a decade now. Sometimes they get lucky and one of the locals gets enough coin and enough desperation to buy it. Works, too, near as I can tell. Old Farmer Jacoby bought one last summer and gave it to his youngest son after the boy got himself gored by their bull. Kid was near death and after he ate that apple, he was up on his feet and back to work the next day. Jacoby told me he tried to plant the seeds, but all he got was these scrawny little saplings that upped and vanished one night. He figured the goblins must have uprooted 'em or something in the middle of the night."
Garon looks over the gathering group appraisingly, "Well, if you folks are planning on going to the ravine, good luck to you."
Shrine of Pelor
Corky harumphs loudly, then starts speaking rather rapidly, "Brave and bold Sir Braford marched his foolish self and a few of the locals into the ravine to find out what was killing the local livestock. I imagine the goblins are feasting on his liver even as we speak. Of course, it's been a month, but these are goblins so I don't suppose they'd mind if the meat was a bit green and rancid. Anyway, Kelset, that's the blacksmith's apprentice, was going to go with them, but old Rurik, that's the blacksmith, wasn't having any of that. So, maybe talk to Kelset. He'd be at the forge or at the Ol' Boar, that's the local tavern and inn, by the way. Of course, you could talk to Garon, too. He's the innkeep and town gossip. Knows most everything about everyone here abouts. So, talk to Garon and Kelset. And Merchant Hucrele, that's the owner of the local general store, of course. It was her children, Sharwyn and Talgen, that took off with brave, bold and foolish Sir Braford. So, talk to Garon, and Kelset, and Merchant Hucrele."
She turns her back and goes about cleaning something, "Oh, and if you happen to see Erky, tell him he's a year overdue. Doesn't do to keep a lady waiting." She harumphs again with a sense of finality.
