[IC1] Pool of Radiance

Aylor Creegan

"Aye, the beer at the tavren is getting older by the second." Huphs the stout dwarf as she re-arranges some of the gear she is carrying. "Besides, I am sure that is not the last we will see of them."
 

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The rest of the way is quickly left behind, and soon the adventurers finds themselves on the shore of the Barren River once more, trying to get the attention of one of the ferrymen, who will get them into the settlement.

Dirtan is happy about the peaceful outcome, and that noone has laid a hand on the gnomish treasure he was sent to recover. He also reassures his temporary allies, that he will share the rest of the temple's treasure with them in a generous fashion.
 

Kylest leaves the others to the task of signaling a ferryman. He faces himself backwards, watching for any approaching enemies, remenant orcs or bandits with a change of heart. He slumps slightly, exhausted by the trials of the day.

He comments idly to the others, even as his eyes scan for signs of lingering danger.

"The town will have to be warned of the bandits if they intend to reclaim the temple from what is left of the orcs. Perhaps our 'new friend' should be our next priority. Today was a one time truce, next time I wouldn't not expect such behavior, and truth be told, if I were in fighting shape, I would not offer it either. He had us tired and surrounded, but next time. . . I do not intend for him to have such luck."
 



"It seems however that they are not in alliance with the orcs and he recognized a debt of honor owed for the rescue of his underling. If they are in fact adversarial with the orcs then I would say we should not focus our efforts on first removing the existing thorn in the side of our main humanoid enemies, but instead on dealing with the bigger threats to the people of Phlan."
 

“Wise words, Master dwarf,” Dirtan says.

It doesn't take long for a ferryman to come over and fetch the group, getting them back into Phlan. Finally, as they step onto the firm pavement of the harbor area, the adventurers feel relaxed and safe once more.

Dirtan wants to go back to the temple, where he will stay for the rest of the day and the night. On the morrow, he asks his helpers to come visit him there, so he can give them the promised reward. It is apparant, that he will need some help figuring out what will be appropriate, and the gnomish Ilmatari is likely to ask his allies in the temple of Tyr for their assistance in these matters.

The party has a few obvious directions to follow. To the temple, accompanying Dirtan, in order to herald the good news, to the City Council to look for new directions and to tell the councilmen of their success and what they found out, or to the tavern, to get some much-needed rest and a few mugs of ale.
 

Eldwyn

Apparently feeling more cleric than bard today Eldwyn says, "Much as I would like to return to the tavern and crawl inside a keg, I think we should accompany Dirtran to the temple and see things safely delivered."
 

Kylest scratches idly at his beard as he looks to Eldwyn.

"I think that informing the council of the events of this day is important. There is still much to be done with regards to the temple, the orcs and the bandits."
 

Aylor Creegan

"I agree." Stats the female dwarf. "The temple should be our first stop before the tavren. I mean, the more coin the more pints right!" Laughs Aylor as she gives the group a large smile. "Besides, those fuddy-duddies over at the town hall can wait till morning. We're waisting good celebrating time!"
 

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