Angis & Snake
Angis set out to pick up a few healing potions. There were three places he expected to find them: Helmick's Herbs and Oddments, Harvest House, and Morninglow Tower. As the herb-shop was right across Field's Lane from the Happy Cow, he checked there first.
Upon entering the shop, which was floor-to-ceiling with knick-knacks, jars, baubles, and odd-smelling roots, he found that Snake was already there, speaking to his friend Helmick Howager, and buying the only two healing potions that the half-elf had on hand.
Angis was not fond of Luc Sunbright, the self-important and blustery priest of Amaunator at Morninglow Tower, so he set off for the humble Harvest House. Finished his business with Helmick, Snake accompanied the dwarf. They were rounding the corner onto Farmer's Road when a number of pigeons flew overhead. Angis ducked, protecting his beard Snake licked his lips, but the birds flew over the roof of the temple and into the inner courtyard.
Upon entering the temple, they found the priest and her three assistants collecting up the pigeons and checking them for messages.
"Nothing. Not here, either. Not this one."
It was soon explained that the birds were all messenger pigeons from a town upriver called Julkoun. The priestess Hadeshah, regularly traded messages with her counterpart in Julkoun, a man named Estor. But over the last few hours, all of the birds had returned to Daggerford with no messages.
"I am very concerned for Estor and Julkoun, with goblin raiders about. I spoke with one of the birds earlier, by Chauntea's blessing, and all it could tell me was that Estor had let them all go. It didn't know why." said Hadeshah, in her usual quiet manor.
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I don't think I've done this one...
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GM: | Places of Daggerford: Harvest House (Area 4)
The temple to Chauntea is a large building with an open courtyard in the middle, lush with plants. Its chief priest, the human female Hadeshah, has three young assistants to help her in the tasks of blessing fields and animal husbandry. Hadeshah grew up in the small hamlet of Gillian’s Hill, and she was accustomed to following her faith at family farms. She’s never taken well to speaking before large crowds or to daily life in town. When not far afield helping a farmer through lambing or joining a communal wheat harvest, she spends her time in the relative quiet of the temple garden. | |