As everyone converges upon the Greenbottle home to begin their new adventure, upon the porch long-chair sits Father Alton and Mero. Mero picks at a nearly empty plate of home fries and scrambled eggs, the plate in front of Father Alton is already clean and he sips at a glass of iced tea with a lemon floating within. Father Alton seems particularly calm this morning, enjoying the summer heat alongside his iced tea.
"I'm glad to see that all of you have arrived," Father Alton says as the last of you show up, "I expected nothing less from you, even you Jerran," he says with a knowing wink to the bard. Taking a breath in, he pushes himself slowly to his feet, Mero watching him carefully should the old halflings limbs waver, but they do not, and Mero resumes his meal by popping the last home fry into his mouth. Reaching to the side, Father Alton picks up his walking stick, giving it some weight, he makes his way to the stairs down the front of the porch.
You gather at the foot of the stairs, it reminds you of the many times you gathered at his foot to hear the teachings of the Holy Mother Yondalla. "Are you ready?"