Bregandonne

[Paeter]

Seraf

THey be found on their ships over yonder on the west Pier...merchant folk they are.


Sedoc

Harold "I sat we make for Fargun, if we make some speed we can be there by early evening. I can ride Point. You and Duncan just watch for others on the side and back.

THe ride seems a blur, even on wagon and an hour after dark you make into Fargun.
Fargun is a small community, a inn, small market(closed right now) and houses. Not much to see.

 

[Tilmamir]

Our party stops for the night.

At the Inn: "Innkeeper! Oh there you are. Can we get either two rooms or four beds in the common bunk area? I need a place for my wagon and horses as well."

After making arrangements, Sedoc and Harold secure the wagon behind the Inn.
"I'll take watch tonight, Harold. I usually sleep under the wagon bench, and that should give me cover tonight. We may be in town, but the wagon still needs to make it back intact."

Sedoc sets up his bedroll and blanket on the drivers deck, under the bench. A cozy space, but nice for the small halfling. All the canvases are tied and secured down. Any cuts or tugs on the ropes should shake the wagon.

Since there appears to be no one around, he goes back into the inn for a bite to eat. In fact, the hot beef stew is a welcome relief from the trail rations. Wayne, Harold, and Duncan have cleaned up, and the innkeepers wife has agreed (for some coin) to wash their clothes and repair the rips and tears from the fight.

An hour later, the story of the kobolds told another time, all head to bed early.
Duncan, Harold, and Wayne the common area of the sleeping level. Sedoc on the wagon.

 

[Gwaihir]

Seraf heads into the Drowned Harlot.

Heading to the bar, he asks the barkeep.

"I seek northbound passage, where can I find Rashiid the Rake?"

 

[Paeter]

Seraf

"Hehe hee, you be lookin for the Rake eh? How sure are yah on thet? You look a might bit....bookish for sailing with his likes.."




Sedoc

THe Stew is good and you soon all go to bed and pass the night in peacfull slumber. The morning comes with nice cold rain. If you make good time , provided the rain doesn't fall all day you should make it back to the crossing in 3 days.

 

[Tilmamir]

"Here's hoping for safe travels boys!"

Shivering in the late spring rain, the party gets the wagon moving and heads for home.

 

[Gwaihir]

Rubbing his hand over his bald pate, Seraf laughs, "He sounds like fun." He slips the bartender a gold coin. "Which one is the Rake?"

 

[Paeter]

seraf

"He be the skinny one with the patch, the silk , the jeweles and the Sword" the barkeep quickly palms the gold and gives you a glass of wine, "its his favorit"

You tuirn around and dont spot anyone that quite fits the match that you where just told. You wander further back into the tavern. In the back you here a spliting scream, you rush forward to see what happened, funny thing is you're the only one. What you see is a stork like man bedecked in silks of the most outrageus colors flashing gems catching the light as he turns and splits a man in two with one ofthe biggest swords youve ever seen.

 

[Paeter]

Sedoc.
you spend two days of misery traveling the mud sodden trails when you see smoke billowing in the distance.

 

[Gwaihir]

Seraf

Seraf takes the glass of wine and, turning his back casts detect poison.

If this does not detect for poison, he keeps the glass, and surveying the fight scene, comments,

"What did he do to deserve that?" he hands the glass of wine to Rashiid.

 

[Tilmamir]

Sedoc and grew keep going on the trail, heading home - hoping that home is not on fire.