[LPF] The Inheritance

"Well, Cavernous Hode would prefer the lower route, but he understands that others do not enjoy the feeling of a solid roof overhead. As crazy as such a viewpoint is, he does not judge. So he votes for either the haunted route or the underground route."
 

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The lower route may be the best for getting back out. If I am going to be a pack mule, it would be best if I am not seen by guards or general city folk.
 

"All right then. I'll show you the guardpost and then the main road that will lead back to the gate you came in. I don't want to know where you're staying so don't tell me." Cosmin leads the group from the Blind King and though they get some long looks from the locals the attention isn't what any of you would consider unusual for a group of strangers in a town that is as insular as Sumbru and its citizens seem to be.

True to his promise Cosmin shows you the wall, which is mostly sections of stone wall built across the streets that lead to the former center of the city. With the few exceptions of those used as guard posts, the buildings that have been integrated into the wall have had their windows and doors sealed with stonework. Cosmin leads you all around a block of buildings to reappear at a different spot along the wall. He points to a building that is part of the wall but torches flicker in holders on either side of the heavy wooden door.

"That's it, the haunted one."

Unless you have other plans Cosmin will lead you through the winding streets back to a main thoroughfare where you will be able to find your way back to the inn.


. . . Cosmin Siguranta . . .
 

After leaving Cosmin Siguranta the group of adventurers is able to make their way back to their inn with little difficulty. Old Mags is still up holding court in the common room with a scattering of locals telling some tale and looking about with knowing glances. She favors the group with a pinched smile as you all enter.

"Your rooms are ready, dears. Go on up."

The rooms are what you would expect from the appearance of the inn: in bad shape and poorly tended though they are surprisingly large. It takes little time to fall into a dreamless sleep and it isn't until some time the next morning that the tramping of feet in the hall wakes you. It is hard to tell how early or late it is without the gleam of sunlight shining through the shutters. Investigating the noise reveals Mags directing a younger man, a grandson perhaps considering the pinched face he wears similar to Mags', to push a crate into a storage room across from the rooms you have rented.

"Didn't mean to wake you. If you want to break your fast I can get you something from the kitchen..."

Now that you are up, you are free to continue your business.


. . . . . . Old Mags . . . . . .
 

Damaris yawns and stretches. "That would be lovely thank you."

She looks back to the others. "Is Molnar still around? I would like to go as quickly as I can to check on his boy". She will look if he's on the common area or if his cart is still outside.
 

"Well then, Cavernous Hode suggests that the expedition eats a hearty breakfast, as he has generally found that a full stomach is a sure defense against stinky enclosed spaces. And then, Cavernous Hode would like to be off in order to get a head start on heroically absconding vast quantities of unattended valuables."
 

Thuvian wakes up calm and invigorated. Despite the obvious tension in the air of this city, the shadows suit him just fine. He gladly accepts the offer of breakfast, though, as usual, Nora eats as much or more than he does.
 

The poor fare and service provided at breakfast reminds you of the load of food, apparently desperately needed, that you escorted into the city. Despite this the food is quickly consumed leaving you free to head out into the city. Molnar and Katalin are not in the common room. In fact, very few people are in the inn and Mags is flitting about like she is a young girl on a holiday morning.

When Damaris peers outside to look for Molnar's cart she discovers the market is over full with people. She can just see Molnar's wagon in the midst of the crowd: Katalin and Molnar are busy working alongside what looks like members of the Merchant's Guild to distribute the foodstuff that they brought into the city. Getting through the crowd to talk with them will take some effort.


. . . . . . Old Mags . . . . . .
 

The dwarf smiles happily. "Cavernous Hode has this covered. Follow him closely," he says. Then he simply picks up Mister Dickens and begins marching forward, holding the vicious dire rat in front of him. "Sick rat coming through! Please make way for a very, very sick rat! He's delirious and might tend to nip! Move aside please! Sick rat!" Initially irritated at being picked up, Mister Dickens quickly warms to the opportunity to snap at anyone who is slow getting out of the way.
 

This time Damaris does massage her temple. "Patience... patience..." she will follow Cavernous Hode to get to Molnar and Katalin.

"Too busy, huh? Wanted to know when we could check on your boy. If you are busy right know we might be able to do something later when *we come back*. These people really seem to need your stuff first though" she nods looks giving a look around.


If Molnar agrees on doing it later, Damaris will start the preparations to get everything going. Her own horse could pull a cart so she will go find a good one and a tarp to cover it later.

She turns to her party. "If we are going to through the sewers we might need to fight with big rats. There are plenty of stories of giant rats taking over of the sewers in much more fortunate cities."


[sblock]If we buy stuff here, do we need to post it on the Arcane Row? [/sblock]
 

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