D&D 5E (IC) Scourge of Daggerford

Tommi pulls a pointed leaf from his belt pouch and cups it in his hand. When he opens it, there are a handful of berries attached, and he gives one to the dwarf, when he's offered the waterskin back.

"Thanks. 'm Tommi," he mumbles. "Take one of these. It'll fill you up until you can get some proper food.

"Anyone else?" he asks, offering his cupped hand.

OOC: Goodberry. First time casting it, I'm pretty sure.
 

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The gnoll outpost was vanquished and the owlbear returned to the forest. Now, the group's approach to the hunting lodge should, in theory, go undiscovered.

OOC: Shall we press on?
 

Lionel took the offered berry and felt a bit better and less hungry.
Before they continued, Lionel scrounged through the gnoll tents to see if there were any maps or other documentation about where their intentions and locations. He had no great hopes finding anything amongst these savages. Any coin he found, slipped into he's pocket.
Next he asked the group; where to next? just continue up the road?
 


"So friend, how did you find yourself at the mercy of these gnolls?" Escella asks.

"M'joost a driver fer th'regular caravan from Waterdeep t'Daggerford." the dwarf answered, "We'd heard gnolls was makin' trooble, but trade has t'flow, ye ken? We hired foor more guards, but it wasnae enoof. Name's Grottur. Son of Gruffuth."
 

"Grottur, I am so sorry for your loss. We are planning on continuing to the gnolls' base camp. We want these creature gone from these woods, so the roads can be safe again. Will you be fine making youur own way back? Do you need someone to accompany you? We could do that, I figure." The young man runs his fingers through his hair. He knows not to ask if the dwarf feels safe on his own, but he doesn't want him to be vulnerable if he is left to himself.
 





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