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IndyPendant's Sunless Citadel

Jair continues loquaciously "I am Jair Feyfriend, champion of Mielikki mistress of the Light Woods. My comrades and I just entered town tonight with a trade wagon. I am glad we were able to intervene and aid the youth." Jair looks serious. "Another minute and the sword stroke he took to the gut would have been beyond my druidic healing arts."
 

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Jerek nods in agreement with Jair's assessment of the situation. "That about covers it," he says. "But I got the impression there was something more going on as well. Questioning Webster should be productive if he believes you can protect him."
 


Felosian listens to your story, and confirms details with Redithidoor and Garon. "Hrm. Well, thanks. Red's almost one of us by now. Don't worry about our friends, here. I'll see they're dealt with. And if there's anything more to their story, I'll find that out too. Lou, go pull Jim and Rhoda out of bed. Ben, walk Red back to Baden'Tor's place and then get back here. We're pulling double duties tonight. You guys...get some sleep." There's a bit more conversation after that, but not a lot.

Redithidoor also thanks you as well as you split off, and you return to Garon's inn. In only a few minutes, Garon and his wife Fachelle have cleared out the two rooms the other group occupied, and cleaned them up a bit as well. During this time, Fachelle informs you that one of the muggers--George was his name--returned, spent a short while in his room, and then left. She didn't know what had happened, so didn't know to stop him. But they find the muggers' rooms ransacked, and stripped of any valuables that might have been there.

Garon relays that information to Felosial himself. You clean up yourselves--again!--and then end up having to decide who gets rooms to themselves, and who gets to share. The decisions are made quickly and without argument, and shortly afterwards you sleep.

The next morning, you come down to find the inn almost transformed. The two tables have been combined into one long one, with an actual tablecloth laid out over them, and the benches have been set to one side. The sounds of intense activities come from the kitchen, but Garon sternly bars you entry. Once you're all awake, Garon calls goes in there himself--and then he, Fachelle, Redithidoor, and another young lad you've never seen before begin bringing out platter after platter of food, placing it all on the table.

Redithidoor announces, somewhat self-consciously, "This is my way of thanking you. You saved my life. Eat up." You find that the fare is relatively simple--but what is here is very good. And there's enough for three times your party.
 

Ydyr looks at the young bard and smiles. He can empathize with the rush of gratitude that bubbles forth after someone saves your life. The monk settles down to the table thinking about his first morning at Illmater's monastary, where the Broken Ones reside. He was so grateful he had offered to do all the cooking, cleaning and chores for the whole day. Luckily, the head monk had only allowed Ydyr to help with some chores as he rested his wounds.

It seems that the world repays its favors in strange and cyclical ways. As I was broken and taken up and saved, so has this boy; now by the grace of my companions and of Illmater.

Wasn't there some fruit that was talked about before all of last night's excitement?
Ydyr mulls over these thoughts in his head.
 

"Ach lad, twas a good fight for a just cause. Outside of fine food and fine company what more can a man ask for? But tell me, I think you mentioned that Belak passed through here a few years ago, is there any more word of that cursed blaggard? And do not call him a druid, he has no claim to the title anymore.
 

Heirmund (illusionist)

In the morning Heirmund get's out of bed dresses and grooms his beard before going down stairs to be greeted by a banquet. "Mmm looks good, but no thanks are necissary Redithedoor."
Heirmund seats himself at the table and Ivan drops down onto the table near Heirmund's plate.

"It is our duty" Heirmund thinks to himself: To protect the weak. "..to help those around us" after Heirmund say's his little piece he starts eating a piece of bread first then seem's to stare off into some far away land for awhile. While Heirmund is thinking Ivan hops over and starts pecking on Heirmund's bread.

Heirmund eventually comes out of his thought's and shoo's Ivan away from his bread before breaking off a piece for him.
 

Jerek rubs his hands together appreciatively before sitting down. "It may be your duty," he says quietly to Heirmund, "but I'll take a little reward when I can get it." He enthusiastically buries his plate in sausages and eggs, then sets to work with a relish.

"So, Red," he says thickly around a mouthful of food, "what about all that stuff with the goblins you were telling us last night? Was that for real, or just a little tale to pass the evening?" He spears a ripe-looking bit of fruit on the end of his dagger and pops it into his mouth, chewing noisily as he awaits a response.
 

The others sit down on the bench with you, once you have all been served, and begin to eat as well. Garon says "Not a druid, eh? That was one, two years ago. I seem to remember he looked dangerous. He was askin a lot of questions about the Midsummer Apple, the Sunless Citadel, things like that. An he did leave by the Old Road, now that I think of it. Wouldn't worry though. Goblins probably killed him."

Redithidoor nods and adds "Oh, it was all true. Once a year, the goblins bring a fruit that can heal any ill. Why, I hear tell there was a man around here that got mauled by a bear like ten years ago, and had this awful limp because half his leg was torn off. He ate a quarter of the fruit, and he's been walking normal ever since!"

Fachelle and Garon fall silent, but after a few moments, she elbows him in the gut, hard. He gets up, walks into the kitchen, and come back out carrying an old handcarved cane. "It did leave a scar." he says, almost defensively. He stands by the tables and chews for a while, ignoring Redithidoor's quiet "...Oh. Oops." then says almost reluctantly, looking down at the cane, "...Listen. You guys...ain't got anythin better to do...you might wanna talk with the Widow Hucrele. She...deserves closure. You're so interested in the Midsummer Apple, well...that's where they went." He slams the cane flat down on the table. "You just make sure you come back, is all."
 

"Aye, Belak the Heretical is outcast and a druid no more." Jair ponders Garron's words for a moment. "Are you speaking of the recent band of adventurers who delved the Sunless Citadel in search of the truth behind the goblin fruit? Can you tell us why they believed the citadel would hold the answers? Do the goblins live there?"
 

Into the Woods

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