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After a brief search of the forest near were the elf ran into the clearing, you manage to find a set of tracks. They lead down a sharp incline. After about an hour and a half you catch up to the elf. he is crouching behind a bush, and peering over it intently. Looking past him you can see...

Rhiannon nods. "So, he's only had, what, an hour to run away? Let's see how far he's gotten." She helps Akashia out of the well before turning her eyes to the woods and sighing, wondering how to best approach the man.

Rhiannon shakes the sunrod briefly and breaks it over her knee to let its illumination shed. She hands it to Akashia, to either hold or stick somewhere on her person while the latter climbs down. "You want me to come down there too, or keep guard up here til you have a chance to check out the...

Rhiannon pauses, taking in the combat around her and preparing for the next hostile creature (be it zombie or wood elf) that comes at her.

Rhiannon curses under her breath and turns towards the trees the arrows came from. She shouts to Akashia, "You want to take care of the zombies or our visitors?" She tenses up, ready to dash after the intruders.

Rhiannon scans the area carefully, looking to see if there's anyone else around. Then she nods to Akashia, and cautiously, slowly begins to circle around to the far side of the well from the undead. She doesn't draw a weapon, but keeps her hand at the ready just in case.

Rhiannon nods to Akashia and begins to follow them as quietly as possible. She grins, thrilling inwardly at the beginning of an adventure.

Rhiannon nods in approval. "Be alert, Akashia." She takes the gold and begins to walk towards the swaying figures.

"Well, how much does he usually request?"

Rhiannon looks to their guide questioningly, waiting to see his opinion on the 5 gold.

Rhiannon shakes her head softly. "You may want to put the sword away. I don't want to incite them yet." More quietly, so the figures can't hear, she whispers "I was attempting to scout out the best place for an ambush. But now I'm wondering if we shouldn't perhaps give them a few coins and...

"I think we should check out the tree on the east end of town first, if someone doesn't mind guiding us there. We can find our way to the cemetary afterwards." She looks at Akashia for a minute. "Is there anything you'd like to pick up before we head out again?"

Rhiannon nods, heading back to the inn. "When we find the others, we should ask them what they think of the witch's words." She sits down to a piping hot, hearty breakfast with gusto.

Rhiannon nods, still staring at the fire -- and occasionally, the old woman. She rises and says "well, the night isn't getting any younger or warmer. Let's return."

Rhiannon stares at the fire, turning the old woman's words over in her mind. "Akashia, I think we should find out exactly where this so-called baron's castle is."

Rhiannon looks around cautiously, taking notice of the surroundings. She peers at the wolf uncertainly, wondering if it's preternatural, then sits down. "Greetings, Wise One. Do you know the reason for our visit?"

Rhiannon takes a step back from the fallen animal, grateful for the protection of the tree. She looks down at the wolf, and asks Akashia, "Should we save this to make into a cloak later? We don't have time to deal with it now..." She scans the forest, wondering if there will be any further...

Rhiannon nods tersely at Akashia's words. Once again the other woman has made an excellent point. "Ladies and gentlemen, unless there is any more information you can give us, I believe we must respectfully take our leave of you for this evening." She pulls her fur cloak tighter about herself...

Rhiannon looks up sharply at Mr. Tomas, listening attentively for the reply. She also considers the options. A trip to the sage/harlot seems inevitable. A deception in negotiations or ambush of some kind seems the best avenue of attack, assuming she can gather more intelligence on the army...

[From left to right: Mr. Gaspa, Mr. Bottes, Mr Val Jeneo an ancient elf quietly napping in his chair. He is the heritage minister, and the towns leading expert on history. Mostly on account of he was there. Mr. Blackstone, a short stout human, with calloused hands, and a square chiseled jaw...