"We all seem to be ready to go. Lead the way, Sargent Marteen!"
Tirgas turns to Dame Morrogrim and seems immensely pleased. "So she's something like Topaz here, although not so conspicuous? You're not a druid, are you?"
"Oh no, Tirgas, I respect your study of the primal magics, but I am no druid." she responds somewhat amused at the idea. "I have been called many things, but a witch is probably most appropriate." Pausing to study the directions, she turns to the watchmen. "I believe we should be able to find our way. Once the issue is resolved, we will send you word, Sargent."
Yyou arrive without incident to "Fresconi's wares, portage and storage", the most peculiar thing of note is the silence. Any other warehouse at this time would be busy - the hustle and bustle of business would have people, carts, wagons and horses crawling about like ants on a hill that had been kicked.
Dame Morrogrim looks around the front of the warehouse for anything suspicious.
Robert takes a look at the surrounding Buildings of the Warehouse.
While everybody else scouts with their eyes or magic, Morgrym simply forms a small horn with his hands and yells " IS SOMEBODY HERE? " and " WE HAVE COME TO GET RID OF THOSE RIDICULOUSLY UGLY MUTT'S ?! We are also thirsty ! "
@Scott DeWar : I would like to regularly cast Guidance on the party prior to entering a new space or engaging a new target.
It is a standard action that lasts a minute (or at discharge), so with four in the party, it should take me 24sec. That should give everyone enough time to engage and perform an action before time runs out.
Am I reading that right? Will you allow it?
guidance is a nice little spell
On the way, Morgrym can't help but to ask several questions about how a dwarf from Seithr Mountains, that usually love metals more than anything, became a druid. Some of the questions are:
" would you depart with your animal companion for a 1000 gold !? I know I would sell my grand mom for that price... If I had one that is "
" In an emergency, would you rather eat your hand or Topaz !? "
As soon as Dame Morrogrim mentions she is a witch, Morgrym by reflex jumps a couple a feet away from her and quickly approaches Robert to whisper nervously " we should be vary of the lass brother. I once knew a friend that got turned into a newt by a witch ". As if he already knew Robert would question his story he adds " he got better though... "
"Oh! Yes, help at last. yes yes indeed! As for dog, no, no! they are rats. Here, I have a keg tapped already. A Merlot from the baronies to the east. My favorite."
There is indeed a keg tapped, an empty goblet nearby with several others revealed when he lifts a cloth, upside down to keep any dust out of them. He flips 4 over and fills them, offering them to the group. He fills the other and takes a gulp. His hands are shaking the whole time.
"They are definitely rats." He walks to a crate and opens it to reveal a rat the size of a tarrier dog. Draining his goblet he steps away to refill it.
There is no one else in sight.