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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 2813459" data-attributes="member: 22792">Chapter 11: Minetown (Continued)“Would you gentle sirs like your horses?”  The stable boy bowed low, emanating respect for the wealthy travelers.“Yes, yes my good chap,” Fitz replied, patting the boy on the back as he rushed off to gather the steeds.“Do we believe Honest Abe?” the mage asked.“Not completely,” Tobias acknowledged.  “I think he told us the truth about the location of the Culites.”“I’d agree with that assessment as well,” the priest murmured.  “But, I still hold reservations about his involvement with Wembly’s disappearance.”“I don’t believe him wholly about that either.”  The paladin shifted uncomfortably, placing the Culite medallion back within his satchel.  “With the Culites so close, however, we’ll have to worry about that mystery at another time.  This town’s safety is most important.”  Tobias tossed a small satchel of gold to the stable boy.“Thank you sirs!”  The paladin nodded, pulling himself up and onto the horse.  He waited for his companions to mount and turned his steed north, toward the mines.  The beasts broke into a slow trot, slow enough for the heroes to speak and plan.“Ideas?” questioned Tobias.“It depends on their numbers,” grunted the Rorn.  “If their force is too large, it will require more planning.  And odds are, we’ll die anyway.”“It will be a righteous death,” the paladin stated, a content grin on his lips.“We won’t die,” Magnus boasted.  “I just need to get the layout of this town; then I’ll protect you all.”Motega chuckled.  “Sure you will, Magnus, the Great.  And we will be forever indebted to your powerful magics.”  Everyone except Magnus broke into laughter.  The mage grumbled, pulling out one of his scrolls, triple checking the wording.  Once the laughing died down, the Rorn spoke again, “We need to watch the north road.”“Are we going to the mines?”  Fitz queried.“No, that would be fighting them on their own terms,” Motega advised.  “We just need information.  We will wait there, count the numbers entering town.  If there are few enough, we’ll make sure they don’t return.”“Agreed, then.  It’ll be nice to be off this horse for a few solid hours,” spoke Tobias.“No doubt the horse needs the rest more,” Magnus hissed, unheard over the trotting steeds.</blockquote>

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