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Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 454413" data-attributes="member: 2885">Which way did he go?After a quick search the party was able to recover 6 of the Zhents horses. In the morning, the 5 prisoners were draped over their mounts. The party then set off for Glen with their new cargo.As they approached Glen, Bartol spurred his horse into a gallop. Glen was surrounded by a wooden palisade. A small watchtower guarded the main entrance. The gate was closed."Hello, in the town," He called. "We are friends of Timmay. And we have Zhent prisoners to turn over to the authorities."A gruff dwarf and a muscular human opened the gate and stepped forward. The rest of the party with the prisoners in tow reached Bartol. Thane and Bernedette both looked angrily his way."Timmay, you say?" the Dwarf questioned. "Aye, you may enter. We will take your prisoners only if'n you tell us why they are trussed up so."Timmay quickly took over for Bartol. The party retired to the inn. A warm, hearty homecoming it was. He spun the tale of their journey and why they were here. He also asked about the Fat Man and if anyone knew Erland. No's all the way around.The Dwarf at the Gate was a relative of Duergeddin, the Master smith. The sword the party carried was of interest to him. And after a few ales and the exchange of a "finder's fee" he was reunited with his family heirloom. The party also sold him the Warhammer. Overall, the trip to Glen was not a complete bust. Although, they had lost a few days on the Fat Man.The next morning, Timmay said farewell to his family and the party set off back to Ashabenford, A very uneventful trip.</blockquote>

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