[Gobquest] Part 2

[Mirth]

Ryan shakes his head at D'Bruuhl's questions. "Unfortunately I am inconvenienced right now. There is a bad spate of flu in the village and I must be around. Some of the young 'uns are sickish and..."

Randolph cuts him off in mid-sentence. "And I don't think the village should risk its herbalist romping off to the forest chasing after a demented woodsman who might have been enslaved by lord knows what."

Ryan sighs. "Yes. I'm afraid I'm the one who knew Jazzad best. The road west is not much used."

The goblins make quick work of the chicken. Soon only bones and oil stains are left.

"Another... chicken..." says Randolph. He takes a swig from his mug.

Ryan makes an offer. "I sense that your aims are genuine. I have some potions I can offer. One of healing, one for strength, and one that will make you climb like a spider being chased by a matron. Perhaps that will aid you the morrow?"

D'Bruuhl picks at a stringy bit of chicken stuck in his front fang and smiles at Randolph, "We are already indebted to you, Brother, another chicken would be ... overkill." Then he turns to Ryan, "Your potions would be most welcome. Heironeous has granted me the power to heal, perhaps I could try to cure some of the children who are worst off tonight to make some kind of recompense for your generosity."

 

[Festy_Dog]

"He's very good..." Rakanishu adds, "Saved me... a little while back... almost died I did."

Rakanishu then proceeds to give a thumbs up to the humans before washing down the chicken with some drink.

 

[dreamthief]

The two elders exchange looks. "I don't think it will be necessary," says Ryan. "The children are all right now but need to be looked after."

"Well I must return to my duties," says Randolph. He gets up, speaks to the waitress and passes some coin.

It is getting quite dark and the villagers are returning home. The children are going back to their beds.

Ryan remains to chat with you, but can't give much more information. The Dim forest has many dangers and tells you to be wary. He can't give any specifics though.

"So will you be needing the potions?" He says. "I should turn in too."

 

[Dog Faced God]

Goubido licked his fingers clean and dug his fingers into the bottom of his beer mug. They came out dry, and he pounded it down loudly on the table. "We will gladly take any assistance you can volunteer, Ryantollock. I wish more people would treat.. foreigners as well as you have treated us."

 

[Mirth]

"Yes, thank you, Brother Ryan," D'Bruuhl says and gets up extending his greasy hand to shake the herbalist's. "And thanks to you too, Brother Randolph," he calls out to the departing man.

Once the men have left, D'Bruuhl turns to the group, [gob]"They seem nice. Do they seem too nice to all of you? They rejected my offer of healing. And what was that look that they exchanged. I shouldn't be thinking this way I know, it's not proper to suspect those who have been so generous. But as you said Goubido, not very many people treat us the way these people have. And Nitzbuk never mentioned that the entire town accepted him. In fact, he pointed out that Jazzad accepted him despite what others thought. Very curious. Perhaps they were just impressed that Watchmen from the big city were here and one of their numbers was a Priest. Yes, of course, that's it. Heironeous must be very ashamed of me now, for being so judgmental."[/gob]

After his spiel, the cleric looks around for their waitress, "Miss, could you be kind enough to show us to that room Brother Randolph was talking about? Many blessings be upon you."

 

[Festy_Dog]

[gob]"I don't think they were too nice, but I can understand where you're coming from because niceness from tall folks normally never seems to have any... any... err... truth to it,"[/gob] Rakanishu says, while cleaning under his nails with a crossbow bolt's tip.

 

[Dalamar]

[Gob]"I bet they've had some big trouble in the woods and are the just treating us fine to get us take care of it. Would be just like them."[/Gob]

 

[dreamthief]

Ryan tells you to come to his place before you leave tomorrow and he will hand you the potions.

The waitress, hands shaking, says "Y-y-yes. Of c-course." Nervously, she shows you to your room upstairs. It has 4 beds though; it's a 20' x 10' room, with grilled windows looking on the streets below. "Heresthekeysleeptightyoucanpayinthemorning," she says. She closes the door quickly behind her.

The room otherwise is bare, with a single candle at the window to light the room.

Ok who sleeps where etc the usual.

 

[Festy_Dog]

[gob]"I call dibs on floor!"[/gob] Rakanishu says as he unpacks his bedroll.

If possible he sets his bedroll up next to the wall the door is in, so that if the door opened inwards the open door would conceal his position. He leaves his short sword within easy reach hidden under his pack.

 

[Dalamar]

Glorath unceremoniously (?) conquers one of the beds, placing his bow and quiver leaning against it.
After a few moments, irregular soft snoring starts coming from his direction.