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The Retaking of Forgehold - 4E

Mal is troubled by the departure of Tel.

-''Damn it, now I'm gonna be taking twice as many hits without big green to share the load!''

He then realizes the dragon head is starting to stink in the ehat of the day.

-''Aww, first Tel, now Frosty. Life is cruel. Oh, well. At least we got paid.''

He discards the head on the side of the road as he head toward the inn.
 

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On the following day, Arden, finally clean and relaxed, expresses the desire to know of the presence of famous or infamous wizards in town and looks for information at the inn...
 


Aelek looks at Angel and Mal leaving into there room. Aelek sits down and asks for a stout. He looks around at the people gathering. With Mira in her room taking a bath too and Arden wandering the town in search of a wizard, Aelek starts to wonder what his life mean outside a fight. Looking at the looks of a few patron of the place, he thinks it is not today he will find some company outside his mercenary band. He grabs his mugs and take a sips and start to relax in his bench.
 

The innkeeper acknowledges you as you approach.
"I'm sure he'll vouch for you, but He'll do a lot worse if you're trying to pull something on me using his name. By the looks of you you could all used a bath."

"To be honest, we don't really have too many magic shapers here, Arden, Teldor the smith can do s few things realated to weaponsmithing, and of course, old Elsa can create a blessing or two, but overall, we don't really feel the lack."

"Dagron and Mirten have been asking if you were around, and have been busy pulling most of their stuff out of their room. I haven't seen them in a while, but the last thing they said was they'd keep checking."


He gestures to his staff to prepare a washtub for you.
 

"Nope, wouldn't even think of scamming on you. He said that you'd take care of it as an extra reward for killing a real live dragon that was making the kobolds do all the raiding since he didn't have any more money after all of the bounties on the kobolds." Mira told the Inn keep happily, starting to loosen the straps on her leather armor so she'd be able to slide right out of it once she was in private.

"If you do see Dagron and Mirten again, tell them we plan to be down in the common room feasting our victory for Fallcrest in an hour once we clean off the dirt and grime." Mira says before following the serants that the inn keep had tasked off to filling the bathing tubs in their rooms.

Once her tub was filled, Mira thanked the boy with a smile, and then shooed him out so she could finish taking off her armor. Once she was bare, the girl slid down into the tub relaxing for a few minutes in the pleasant warmth. After those first few minutes she picked up a bar of soap and began scrubbing away until the tub was milky with soapy water.

After that Mira stood up and took the towel and dried herself, putting on a a brown cotton tunic and a pair of green leggings. She pulls on her belt with her pouches and daggers over top of the tunic to keep it from tenting open over her small frame.

The young girls next job was to clean her weapons, and make sure they were still good since she was going to be discarding the leather armor. It had been in a dragon's mouth and torn up by dragon teeth, stinky breath much? With the new armor that Arden had told her really was magic she wouldn't even have to replace the old stuff, it was fate. Smiling to herselfand nodding she left her room when she thought the hour was up.

"Time for our reward feast." she calls knocking on Arden's door, her brother's door, Aelek's door, and finally Angel's door. She heads down to the common room and makes sure that the inn keeper knew they were reardy, then she claims a table and waits for the food and her friends.
 

As you are eating your feast, Dagron, the half-orc who recruited you for Forgehold approaches you.

"Eat well, my friends, as we are very glad you have returned. As luck has it, a silk merchant arrived in Fallcrest today and we were able to obtain enough fabric to make up the critical parts of the missed shipment. We leave tomorrow afternoon for Forgehold."

He will answer your questions, but seems like he has some other preparations he has to get to.
 

Angel was sitting at the table next to Mal and had been drinking quite a lot, as usual. In fact, she was pretty drunk by now, but she seemed happy.

While laughing softly, she leans to the side and rests her head on Mal's shoulder. "Hey... looks like we wont have to wake up early tomorow. How about you... and me... spend the night in your bed? Because you know, I really like you, you know. And I'm not saying this because I'm drunk, because I'm not even really that drunk. just a little tipsy..." she says, not really paying attention to others sitting at the table.
 

After a brief dinner and only little drinking, Arden retires to his room to prepare for the travel and exploration to start the following day. As he studies, like every day, his spellbook and his tomes of ancient knowledge, he cherishes the thought of having gained a better understanding of the fabric of magic in the last weeks. He reorganizes his arsenal, changing the spells he would keep ready in his mind, like a warrior keeps his hand on the handle of his sword. He had chosen to trade a little power for greater versatility. He had learned much in the arts of battle and much on the skills of his comrades. He had decided to trust their prowess and hinder his foes in future "unpleasant" encounters, more than blast them into oblivion himself.
It'd be a long night, sitting by the candlelight, leaning on the desk covered by sheets. A long night, but nevertheless pleasant, he thinks with a soft smile.
 

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