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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 6694900" data-attributes="member: 16069">Chapter 15: Rewards. ONGOINGThe four adventurers still standing accomplish a lot in the next thirty or so minutes, Klarg is made to lead them first into his chamber, the area Zyler (and Ken Lee) visited at the top of the chimney. The merchant goods are searched through, and very briefly catalogued, Zalt confirms from the markings on the crates that these items are the property of the Lionshield Coster, a merchant consortium. The warlock insists they take the smallest crate with them to Phandalin- there may be a representative of the Coster there, there may be a reward for their return. The young man is always thinking.A large chest is also discovered, containing a smattering of coin- a mixture of copper and silver, also present a statuette of a frog with gemstone eyes.“We'll sell this.” Zalt states and throws the thing in his sack.The best find however are a pair of small flasks.“Potions of Healing. We can use...” Zalt begins but is cut off in his prime.Grimm grabs the first flask, unstoppers it and chugs it down.“Nice.” The paladin wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “minty”, he adds and then grabs the second potion and tucks it into his belt.“Good work, lad” the paladin adds and then goes to ruffle Zalt's hair, stopped short by the warlock's visage- Grimm stutters, “I mean, good work Zalt”, and then quickly moves away.A moment later he risks a glance back- Zalt is staring at him still, the paladin swallows hard and moves off again.With the cavern explored the adventurers, with Klarg carrying Ken's body, exit and head back up the trail- miraculously the oxen and the cart are still present and correct, although there are signs that wild creatures have been investigating the road kill. Also present is a sweet look mule, standing less than ten feet away from the cart and oxen, munching on the long grass; the mule is saddled and loaded with an over-filled backpack, Hellwhip riffles through the gear, comes up grinning- he finds a journal.“Says it belongs to someone called Ken Lee...” Hellwhip reads on, “he's a wizard, just” the ranger finishes.The news is met mostly with shrugs.“I wonder where Ken is?” Grimm asks, “perhaps we should take a look around to see if we can find this poor unfortunate, probably lost in the wilds.” The paladin stands with his hands on his hips, slowly turning on the spot like a lighthouse to shine the light of his vision on the thick green of the foliage.Zalt shakes his head, “Klarg is carrying Ken Lee, you fool”, the warlock states and strides forward to grab the journal from Hellwhip's hand. Zalt's companions mostly catch up with the warlock's thinking.“Oh.” Zyler states.“What?” Grimm adds, still slightly unsure of the order of events.Hellwhip only smiles at Zalt and nods his head.It takes the rest of the day and much of the early evening to get to Phandalin, about six hours into the journey Ken Lee awakes from his rest and makes sense of things finally for the paladin- Ken Lee is indeed Ken Lee, the mystery is solved. He's also a wizard which is met with a great deal of suspicion. The five adventurers exchange stories, or at least four of the five do- Zalt doesn't say much, content instead to listen and file away the stories his companions tell.Ken Lee has business in Phandalin, he's allowed a spot aboard the wagon, all the way to the town.</blockquote>

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