(IC) A Hard Time in Harrowdale


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The acolytes of the temple frown, and one offers "If you can show me where, I can heal the fellow." The other nods and looks like he'd go along too, but reconsiders and stays in the temple. The first acolyte follows Storn out of the building and down the street, once Storn is ready to run back.

West Gate Plaza

The injured man mutters "I....I don't know....three or four maybe? Or was it five? I-I was so frightened, they j-just jumped outta nowhere and p-pounced on the horse, then...." He groans and shakes his head.

"I don't know why they let me run away....but they didn't seem to care. M-maybe the horse and my s-son were enough for those m-monsters...... Torm help me, I have to get my son back! Before they k-kill him! If they haven't a-already....." he continues. After a moment, he adds "I've been running all d-day, and night... Th-they can't eat a horse in one day, c-can they?"

Guard Barracks

The elven woman glares at Evanar for a moment longer, then says "Alright, take me there first. The Calishite's problem will have to wait just a bit longer." Turning back to the trio, Ellaria says "Follow me and we'll check out your story after this other matter is taken care of."

She glances back and barks out "Tarven! Merrick!" The two guards who had addressed Evanar a minute ago snap to attention, and hurry to finish donning their armor and collecting their gear. They follow as Ellaria Dawnhorn steps out and gestures for Evanar to lead the way.
 

Selua flinches at the harshness of this elven woman. It was rare that she heard a raised voice in her home among the wood elves. This elf seemed to have adapted to life among humans a bit too well. Still, Selua followed, trusting that it was Sehanine's will that she was where she was at the moment.
 


"This is outrageous, things like this would never had happened in Calisham. Barbarians and savages is what you are. You hurry to know who injured a man, when half dozen have been killed at the very doorstep of you pitiful town. This shows your lack priorities. Nevertheless I have no choice but to follow you on your foul errand, in the distant hope that you can make something about my mother and my employees deaths." The calishite barks at the elf, but keeps following her as she walks out of the barracks.
 

The stern elven woman glares at Abde'ragman and replies "Calimshan has its own problems with monsters and bandits, I'm sure. You would do well not to insult and harass Harrowdarrans just because you had the good fortune of avoiding those monsters in Calimshan and the misfortune of running into common bandits out here."

She admonishes "Clearly your Calishite money was not good enough to afford decent guards, or you would not be in this situation. Don't insult my guards and Harrowdale just for your own failure to ensure the safety of your group. I'm sure cutting corners is a handy way for Calishites to turn a bigger profit, but Harrowdarrans are never so naive."

Following after Evanar again, the elven constable adds "Despite your crass insults, I'll still mobilize a force to hunt whatever bandits have caused you such grief, and *I* won't send too-few just to save a few gold. Maybe we will even be lucky and retrieve your stolen goods for you, if the bandits still have them by the time we catch up. It has obviously been some time since you were attacked, given the dried stains on your clothing and the scabs you sport. The young man's account seems more recent, therefore it is more likely to be resolved quickly. And for all we know, it may be connected."

"If you insult the worth of other Dalesfolk's lives again, when you cared too little to invest in proper protection for your own family, and even now continue to blame others for your mistake, I will not let it go unanswered," Ellaria threatens.
 

"You speak without knowing the circumstances of the events that happened to my caravan, or the way my establishment manages the goods and resources. But I could not care less about it, as long as you get to the bottom of this matter, for such is your work, that is what you are good at, and it's my right to be protected by the guards and officers of the Daelands. I apologize if my comments were unfounded, but you more than anyone should know the dire situation in which I saw myself involved; strike you as calm and coldly logical, but I assure you, I'm not at this moment, thinking rationally, I only wish to see the responsible of this hanged." The strange man offers.
 
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Fayne shakes his head and shrugs as he speak to the man. "I don't know, but I would think a horse should keep a half-dozen gnolls well fed for a few days." He doesn't mention that the few the man apparently saw could be part of a larger group. Although he knew little of gnolls, he continued to try to comfort the man. "Gnolls are savage, but not stupid. They will probably hold your son for ransom. It may well be why they let you go."
 


"Mistress Elaria seems quite tense. Maybe it has been too long since she has known the touch of a man... Or a woman if that is what she fancies. I heard she is an accomplished spellcaster and a decent warrior, maybe she scares men away with her position of power?"

Abrielle decided to follow the group for now, as adventure has always been something she has been longing to experience. And if she could, she would like nothing more than to make a name for herself. Constable Dawnhorn could also make a good ally and even bedfellow, if things turned for the young Bard's fortune. Just then, Abrielle remembered she had no gear with her at all - she was not in the habbit of taking her fiddle and backpack when she went to have lunch.

"I must go and gather my belongings if i am to be of any use to your efforts. Mistress Dawnhorn thank you for the swift action, I will hurry to meet you at the spot lad described."
 

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