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Message: <blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 4944052" data-attributes="member: 11146">[sblock=Taran]After giving Elrya the slip--and Taran spies no more of her during the night--the rough collie checks the goblin bodies in front of the Sandpoint Cathedral and finds the usual assortment of shoddy-workmanship dogslicers.  The corpse of the townswoman is gone from the festival square, but the goblins remain.  Taran amasses three more coin pouches--more than he can reasonably carry when coupled with the take from the bonfire.  Seven coin pouches total, for a grand total of 70 newly minted gold coins.  Please indicate how Taran wishes to go about moving the purses.  I think three is a reasonable number to carry in his mouth, but that leaves four that he'll struggle to manipulate and move around.  Let me know how Taran handles what he can't carry.  Does he make trips?  Does he attempt some other way of carrying the pouches?  Does he bury the extra pouches he can't carry?Just as he is done sorting through the dead goblins littering the festival square, Taran's activity is interrupted by the sound of two men approaching from the north.  A pair of guardsmen armed with short swords and a lantern walk through the square in front of the Cathedral, but pay Sandstone little mind.  One of the men grumbles something about "dogs eatin' them goblin guts, bleah!" but no one does anything to dislodge Sandstone from his work.  The guardsmen round the far corner of the Cathedral and enter the Boneyard.  When Taran finishes picking through the dead goblins and peeks round the edge of the Cathedral, he spies one of the men hauling the ladder up from the outside wall while the other man shovels dirt back into the empty grave.  Naffer Vosk, the Cathedral groundskeeper, is no where in sight.While padding up north Church Street beyond the Cathedral, Sandstone comes upon Gorvi the dungsweeper and a crew of rough-looking men (some with obvious orc heritage, others just drunkards or roughnecks) tossing dead goblin carcasses on the back of a horse-led wagon.  The horse looks rather the worse for the wear and tired--each toss of a goblin body into the wagon shakes the load, causing the horse to snort and huff with displeasure.  A couple of the carters share a flask of something between them when Gorvi's not looking.  Gorvi spots Sandstone and bellows "Git, you gut-eating dog!"Satisfied that the dungsweepers are doing their job (but perhaps a tinge disappointed that no more gold purses look to be forthcoming), Taran leaves off checking for dead goblins and instead quietly approaches the residences of his favored residents to try and determine whether they survived the attack unscathed.  The Turandarok Academy is locked up tight and seems to have suffered no harm, and likewise the Rusty Dragon Inn bustles even at this late hour with patronage and seems unscathed.  A detour to Tower street to check up on the venerable Sage Brodert Quink reveals drawn curtains and no candle burning in the window.  Passing by the Curious Goblin bookshop to check on its proprietor Chask Haladan, and then finishing in the early morning with a visit to Risa's Place to see whether Madame is unharmed reveals nothing untoward that would lead Taran to suspect foul play.With four or five hours left before sun-up, Taran curls up in a safe quiet spot to sleep adjacent to the garrison. [/sblock]The rising of the morning sun behind a bank of fog smites the sky with wan gray rays.  Dark clouds over the Hinterlands threaten rain, and the day promises to be dreary and perhaps wet.  Folk make their way from their homes later than usual, and their footfalls are cautious and worried.  The faces of the people do not break into the usual bevy smiles and "Good Days"; the townsfolk whisper and watch from behind partially-open doors and shuttered windows.Let me know who attends the morning meeting with the sheriff and the mayor at the Sandpoint Garrison.</blockquote>

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