Tamarand chuckles at the thought of Roswyn in the dwarf's backpack, "You are probably right about the fire, it could easily spread and then we'd have to deal with the guards. Probably wouldn't be so nice this time, maybe we'd end up like that warforged. If the two (or three) of you want to go first, then have a signal for the rest of us that might work. I can be pretty close out of sight" the drow says.
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So, we were approached by a boy in the tavern, said his old man was being hustled by kobolds, we went to help, they were messing up his store, we fought them, hard battle. We won, then they tried to run with the dad. We stopped them in a dramatic chase, damaging their wagon, then we fought the survivors, saving the dad, then ending up back in the tavern with a kobold captive. We turned over the otehrs to the guards and agreed to split up any coins from selling the kobolds gear with them to turn the other way. We found out the location of the bar (Dancing Kobold) from the prisoner, now here we are.
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