Gross Fell: The dragon's lair

[GoldenEagle]

"Not a bad idea...we culd use the rest...and not that the dragon's dead they may send back some diggers..."Taklinn spits as he throws down a boulder, grabs his drink and looks around to see if Lorenz is okay with the idea.

GE

 

[yangnome]

Do we want to take the beast's head back as proof?

 

[GoldenEagle]

Without saying a word, Taklinn cuts off the beast's head and hands it to Lorenz.

He grabs his pack and heads toward the door. "carful of the snakes"

GE

 

[Thordain]

You scoop up the hoard and head out of the lair. You don't have much difficulty finding the road to the west, and after a few hours walk, you are able to see smoke coming from the chimneys of the village.
You enter the Traveler's Rest, where the innkeep immediately recognizes you and leads you to a table with a friendly smile. You can smell warm hearty stew coming from the kitchen. After what you've just endured, a tall tankard of the inkeep's bitter sounds like a welcome prospect!

 

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Without saying a word, Taklinn cuts off the beast's head and hands it to Lorenz.

"Uh...thanks, buddy. Just what I always wanted. A still drippin dragon head. So...anybody have anythin to wrap this in?"

Once everybody is ready, Lorenz will retrace the party's steps out of the crypt and follow his companions back to town.

 

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Once inside the inn, Lorenz sets the dragon head on the floor and slaps his companions on the back.

"Dragon slayin is some thirsty work. I don't know about you boys, but I'm ready for a pint or two!"

Grinning at the barkeep, the rogue orders a celebratory round of drinks and plenty of stew for himself and his comrades.

 

[Thordain]

The innkeep's eyes grow wide when he sees the dragon's head. He hurries and brings you a round of ale, leaving a large full pitcher on the table.

 

[GoldenEagle]

The dwarven druid chuckles slightly as taklinn reaches for the pither instead of his mug and smiles in an ugly grin to the barkeep and nicely growls "more Ale Pleaz."

The druid enjoys his drink and heads outside to see to the wounds of his companions (CLW).

 

[yangnome]

we'll the ale still tastes like pisswater, but I suppose its better than nothin'

 

[GoldenEagle]

When Thoart returns inside he goes to the barkeep. Where is the mayor? I wonder if he thinks this will have solved his problems? Perhaps someone could send him back this way He will then drink with his fellow dwarves.