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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jkason" data-source="post: 5698943" data-attributes="member: 2710">[gm]Taking a minor liberty here, but I don't think you'll mind. Just wanted to move you closer to your goal while allowing you to continue planning / get to someplace where Anna's Diplomacy check can be used. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />[/gm]The evening moves apace, slipping into the next day. Renlow sets back off on the slow upstream trek and as days turn into weeks, the party has plenty of time to continue their discussions and planning. Elenka's queries of Nevil don't yield especially full details, but he does confirm for her that he left his homeland in shame. Born to a tribe of warriors, Nevil was nothing of the sort. Out of place and with few prospects, he hitched his hopes on a pilgrimage to the East, where he hoped to start again. He seems especially embarrassed to talk about his former life in the presence of Drev, whom he continues to venerate.While he doesn't seem embarrassed, Renlow doesn't have a great deal to say about himself, either."My kin are all hearty deep diggers," he says. "Burly sods whose idea of a perfect day is striking a gold vein, buying a mass of ale, and bedding all the lasses the gold and ale might impress. But some of us are born to a different life."  He smiles, closes his eyes, and breathes in the warm breeze over the river. "The Downpour and the river have done right by me."It's a few weeks before the barge actually has to resupply. Anna wastes no time using the brief shore leave to ask around about Martna's mystery cult. As with Quioan, the local religious orders know little. They've heard from priests in the area that Owbej's influence has risen quickly, but none of their records refer to any kind of kin of Penk by that name. Their suspicions are clear, but they have little else to add.One of the beggars in the town, however, has nicer things to say. ”Aw, sure, I gots a cousin all way down ta Martna,” he says, then pauses to indulge a miserable-sounding cough. ”Was in alla same straights as me, what with all the greedy folk can’t bother to help a poor soul down on his luck. Then I gets a letter from him, tellin’ me how those folk in their crazy masks come and took him in and ain’t he living the good life now and I should get myself down there. Only, well, that’s a long, long trip, ain’t it, so’s I’m askin’ for what charity I can to help maybe get myself a little pony for trying to make it down there without my feet going bloody, eh?” he finishes with a hopeful gleam in his eye. Right about then, Renlow finds the sorceress and whomever may have accompanied her. He sighs and flips a silver coin to the beggar.”All right, enough of you,” he says to the beggar. ”We’re all loaded up. Best get back on the river,” he adds to you.[gm]Okay, so I think I’ve set things up here so you guys can continue to plan as you like without needing to be stuck time-wise. We’ll just assume it’s an ‘ongoing conversation’ you pick up at whatever point in the journey you’re at, and I’ll move us along toward Martna at best speed. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />[/gm]</blockquote>

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