As you eat an older dwarf enters the room. "Welcome Thorbin," Wesspra says.
"Good day, Wesspra," he says. "Lord Tommilson said he was sending a group into the swamp. You're the lucky huntsmen I guess. We've stabled your horses. We'll have them ready for you when you are ready to leave the swamp. Provisions are also being prepared for you when you leave, I presume, in the morning."
How is your village faring in the midst of all of this? ....
"Ss'sslass is thriving. We have become a trading hub between other lizardfolk villages and the pale skin folk. Thorbin and his retinue are well-liked by some of the village children."
"They love to tug on me beard." Thorbin says affectionately.
When dinner is done, Wesspra rolls out a map of the swamp. "While I wish you luck in your hunt for Ariamhodary, I tell you what I told Tommilson's son. My scouts have found no trace of the Tyrant or his followers. It is as if the swamp swallowed them whole." She points to a few places on the map to indicate where the scouts have search thoroughly.
"Or he is moving around and is thus even harder to track," Thorbin says.
"Yes."
GM: | I'll have a map ready soon. I've been putting off posting this until the map was ready but that's taking a bit long than I'd like.
The areas she pointed to are mostly south and east of Sss'sslass. | |