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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hewligan" data-source="post: 4527881" data-attributes="member: 19688">Farmer Woldrack fetches his tools and starts to get to work, fixing up the shutters in the bedroom. Kael takes a moment to sit before the fire, rubbing at Mal with an old rag to dry the faithful hound. He watches Danth work on Jokad's wounds, and Jovik move around the room, searching the corpses. Realising that he is alone in sitting down, he sighs gently, stands, and helps Jovik with the gruesome task.The simple farmer ghouls have little of interest on their corpses. They are quickly dragged outside and dumped outside the boundary of the small farm wall. They were once simple, honest people, and they deserve a proper burial, but that will have to wait. Danth makes a short consecration over each corpse, but the heavy rain stops anything more than a quick word or two.The leader ghoul is a different matter. Around his neck on a leather cord a heavy iron key hangs. The key bears a heraldic symbol of a curious flower surrounded by thorns. (DC 15 Knowledge (nobility) check to identify).There is little else of any importance on him, except a muddy leather pouch with 6 silver pieces and 3 gold pieces inside.After this the group get to work helping Woldrack reseal the shutters and door on the house. He is a quiet, stoical man, who doesn't grumble much despite the late hour, the horrific attack on his family, and the damage to his home. He is thankful for all the help he can get, and at about 2am he sits you all down (the kids are long asleep now, curled up beside Mal, who they have taken a real shine to), and cracks open a clear bottle of grain whisky."Local brew. Very local" he winks. "Don't tell the tax man!" and with that he pours each of you a large glass.Wow! Woosh!The worst thing about the night is not the hard work, or the sore muscles, or the wet clothing from the sudden rain storm, but the fact that you are woken up at 6am by the family milling around the room, getting their breakfast ready.3 hours sleep. 3 hours.OOC: Question for you guys: what next? Onwards, back, somewhere else?</blockquote>

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