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Flocktime 11, almost dinner time
What a lousy day. It seems like everything we did was a catastrophe. (Hmm, I think I spelled it right. Old Felster made me spell it over and over, until I figured out a way to remember it. Cat Ass Trophy drop the s, change the y to e.)
The first dumb thing we did was to pull into town in a bumpy wagon piled high with the bodies of guards from Nulb, carrying the sleeping forms of a well liked daughter of the richest merchant (Stark Thockwood) in town and her maid. They looked dead, too. We then decided to stop in front of the busiest inn to ask for directions.
We figured out our mistake from all the looks we were getting, but by then it was too late. We were the talk of the town, and not in a good way.
I jumped off the wagon, Ember by my side, and entered the Inn. I ran up to the innkeeper and said, in a voice I hoped would carry, “Quickly, how can I reach Stark Thockwood? His daughter’s carriages were attacked by bandits, and she’s badly hurt!”
I had hoped that my announcement would have made the people around us think that we were the good guys, but all I got was mutters and grumbles and stares. It was as if they didn’t care about the girl or the guards at all! The innkeeper didn’t even look very friendly.
We needed to get out of sight with our wagon. We needed to find Stark Thockwood. We needed to fix our wagon. It was late afternoon already. I asked the innkeeper were the nearest livery was.
“Erm, it’s down the street there, take a left, then a right. Only one in town. Name of Geltman.” His face betrayed nothing, like or dislike.
I left the inn and it’s brainless bunch of gapers and mutterers. Humans!
I hopped back on the wagon and told Ord the directions. We tucked around the corner and out of sight of the crowds, and looked for the livery.
It was exactly as I had hoped. There was a wide gate to drive the wagon through, and around it was a high wooden fence. Once we were in, we would be out of sight of the street, and could maybe deal with the bodies in a quieter way.
We pulled into the livery and I hopped off to go talk to the owner.
Rattlin said, “Hey, Posy, that one guy followed us.” He pointed through a crack in the fence to a moderately well dressed man who was now loitering outside the gate.
“Keep an eye on him,” I said. “We’ll deal with him later.”
The owner, Geltman, was a burly, bearded man with kind eyes. He looked like a man who had children, and they probably got the best of him at least three times a day.
“Do you have children?” I asked him.
He looked a bit surprised, but nodded. “Two boys and a girl. How can I help you?”
I looked him right in the eye. Now, you’d think that my being only three feet tall might have made this a problem, but my grandma said that if your eyes are strong enough, you can be as big as anyone. I tried to look as serious as Gimil does, with a dose of his sternness. Like Uncle Roondar looked at me when he was going out to fight goblins. Serious. Firm.
“I have two young girls in that wagon who have been attacked by brigands. I have the bodies of the guards who died defending them. We slew the bandits who attacked them, but our cart was damaged.
“When we came into town, people seemed more upset that we brought them back than that they were almost all dead. I’m not sure what we’re into, but we need help taking care of the bodies of the brave warriors who defended these girls, and the girls themselves. Now, can you help us?”
He looked at me a moment, and then came to a decision. “Drive that wagon into the barn, there. I’ll send for a priest who knows the guards, and we can put the girls in a room by themselves until I can find Innskip.”
“Innskip? Who’s he?” I asked, running alongside him as he took big strides towards the barn door.
“Thockwood’s right hand man. He’ll sort things out.”
“What’s going on, then? Why don’t people care about the girls?”
“It’s a long story, miss, and I’ll tell you after we get this all taken care of.”
We drove the wagon into the barn, and Geltman sent a boy out to get the priest. The girls were bundled into a small room in his house, and a woman warmed up something hot for them.
Rattlin said, “That guy is still there.”
I pointed the man out to the livery man and he said, “That’s Innskip! That’s good luck!” He moved to wave him in and I stopped him.
“Wait. First, tell me what’s going on.”
I don’t know where I got the strength to be so firm with Geltman. I was really being bossy, but we needed to know what was going on, and it looked so far like while trying to do the right thing, we may have done the wrong thing, some how, even though it was the right thing, and how could these people be so mean about these young girls? Mora and Noria weren’t bad, or evil.
Thinking back, I guess it was after we fought the bugbears that I got, well, more sure of myself. When I joined this group, I thought that they had to be more experienced than I was, and I think they sort of saw me as a silly girl. I noticed that after that fight, I felt stronger and Ord, Gimil and Rattlin felt differently about me. I guess throwing myself in a bugbear’s way to help Ord really changed their minds about me. Then again, maybe I learned The Look from Gimil.
I’ll try to remember everything he told me.
Geltman said, “Well, I think Innskip can probably tell you more than I know, but I think I know why people were not happy to see you.
“You see, Thockwood was trying to bring Blaisingdell and Nulb closer together. I think he thought that if he married his daughter to a prominent merchant in Blaisingdell, then things would be better between the towns.
“It wasn’t too long ago that Nulb and Blaisingdell had much trade going between them. Nulb, as a town, is a lot more free than Blaisingdell, who we all think have a big stick up their… er, who are sort of rigid.”
“Rigid. Right.” I nodded. “So why the arranged marriage?”
“Well, since there was trouble with the temple years ago, Nulb has gotten a bad reputation, some of it deserved. Since we are a little more lawless than Blaisingdell, occasionally we get bad elements in this town. The low road to Dyvers and Greyhawk used to be a big trade route, but now it’s underused because of the bandits, because Nulb doesn’t have a big militia force to keep the road safe.
“People here in Nulb don’t think much of those in Blaisingdell, though. So any attempt to reach out to Blaisingdell, well, wasn’t popular with most folks here.”
“How about you? Did you like the idea?” I asked, trying to figure out why he was able to talk about it so even-handedly.
“I’m a merchant,” he shrugged. “Trade is good for me. I’m not sure it would have worked, but it’s more forward thinking that anyone else in this town has been for years.”
“Should we get Innskip?” I asked. “His boss has a stake in what’s happened.”
Right now, I’m sitting in the livery back room with Mora and Noria, waiting for Innskip to make arrangements for the girls to have a room at the Inn until tomorrow. We’re going to have dinner there. Gimil has gone to see about getting the pelt from the bear tanned, and Rattlins’ goofing around. Ord’s talking about the wagon with Geltman. The day isn’t even over yet!
Oghma
Flocktime 11, almost dinner time
What a lousy day. It seems like everything we did was a catastrophe. (Hmm, I think I spelled it right. Old Felster made me spell it over and over, until I figured out a way to remember it. Cat Ass Trophy drop the s, change the y to e.)
The first dumb thing we did was to pull into town in a bumpy wagon piled high with the bodies of guards from Nulb, carrying the sleeping forms of a well liked daughter of the richest merchant (Stark Thockwood) in town and her maid. They looked dead, too. We then decided to stop in front of the busiest inn to ask for directions.
We figured out our mistake from all the looks we were getting, but by then it was too late. We were the talk of the town, and not in a good way.
I jumped off the wagon, Ember by my side, and entered the Inn. I ran up to the innkeeper and said, in a voice I hoped would carry, “Quickly, how can I reach Stark Thockwood? His daughter’s carriages were attacked by bandits, and she’s badly hurt!”
I had hoped that my announcement would have made the people around us think that we were the good guys, but all I got was mutters and grumbles and stares. It was as if they didn’t care about the girl or the guards at all! The innkeeper didn’t even look very friendly.
We needed to get out of sight with our wagon. We needed to find Stark Thockwood. We needed to fix our wagon. It was late afternoon already. I asked the innkeeper were the nearest livery was.
“Erm, it’s down the street there, take a left, then a right. Only one in town. Name of Geltman.” His face betrayed nothing, like or dislike.
I left the inn and it’s brainless bunch of gapers and mutterers. Humans!
I hopped back on the wagon and told Ord the directions. We tucked around the corner and out of sight of the crowds, and looked for the livery.
It was exactly as I had hoped. There was a wide gate to drive the wagon through, and around it was a high wooden fence. Once we were in, we would be out of sight of the street, and could maybe deal with the bodies in a quieter way.
We pulled into the livery and I hopped off to go talk to the owner.
Rattlin said, “Hey, Posy, that one guy followed us.” He pointed through a crack in the fence to a moderately well dressed man who was now loitering outside the gate.
“Keep an eye on him,” I said. “We’ll deal with him later.”
The owner, Geltman, was a burly, bearded man with kind eyes. He looked like a man who had children, and they probably got the best of him at least three times a day.
“Do you have children?” I asked him.
He looked a bit surprised, but nodded. “Two boys and a girl. How can I help you?”
I looked him right in the eye. Now, you’d think that my being only three feet tall might have made this a problem, but my grandma said that if your eyes are strong enough, you can be as big as anyone. I tried to look as serious as Gimil does, with a dose of his sternness. Like Uncle Roondar looked at me when he was going out to fight goblins. Serious. Firm.
“I have two young girls in that wagon who have been attacked by brigands. I have the bodies of the guards who died defending them. We slew the bandits who attacked them, but our cart was damaged.
“When we came into town, people seemed more upset that we brought them back than that they were almost all dead. I’m not sure what we’re into, but we need help taking care of the bodies of the brave warriors who defended these girls, and the girls themselves. Now, can you help us?”
He looked at me a moment, and then came to a decision. “Drive that wagon into the barn, there. I’ll send for a priest who knows the guards, and we can put the girls in a room by themselves until I can find Innskip.”
“Innskip? Who’s he?” I asked, running alongside him as he took big strides towards the barn door.
“Thockwood’s right hand man. He’ll sort things out.”
“What’s going on, then? Why don’t people care about the girls?”
“It’s a long story, miss, and I’ll tell you after we get this all taken care of.”
We drove the wagon into the barn, and Geltman sent a boy out to get the priest. The girls were bundled into a small room in his house, and a woman warmed up something hot for them.
Rattlin said, “That guy is still there.”
I pointed the man out to the livery man and he said, “That’s Innskip! That’s good luck!” He moved to wave him in and I stopped him.
“Wait. First, tell me what’s going on.”
I don’t know where I got the strength to be so firm with Geltman. I was really being bossy, but we needed to know what was going on, and it looked so far like while trying to do the right thing, we may have done the wrong thing, some how, even though it was the right thing, and how could these people be so mean about these young girls? Mora and Noria weren’t bad, or evil.
Thinking back, I guess it was after we fought the bugbears that I got, well, more sure of myself. When I joined this group, I thought that they had to be more experienced than I was, and I think they sort of saw me as a silly girl. I noticed that after that fight, I felt stronger and Ord, Gimil and Rattlin felt differently about me. I guess throwing myself in a bugbear’s way to help Ord really changed their minds about me. Then again, maybe I learned The Look from Gimil.
I’ll try to remember everything he told me.
Geltman said, “Well, I think Innskip can probably tell you more than I know, but I think I know why people were not happy to see you.
“You see, Thockwood was trying to bring Blaisingdell and Nulb closer together. I think he thought that if he married his daughter to a prominent merchant in Blaisingdell, then things would be better between the towns.
“It wasn’t too long ago that Nulb and Blaisingdell had much trade going between them. Nulb, as a town, is a lot more free than Blaisingdell, who we all think have a big stick up their… er, who are sort of rigid.”
“Rigid. Right.” I nodded. “So why the arranged marriage?”
“Well, since there was trouble with the temple years ago, Nulb has gotten a bad reputation, some of it deserved. Since we are a little more lawless than Blaisingdell, occasionally we get bad elements in this town. The low road to Dyvers and Greyhawk used to be a big trade route, but now it’s underused because of the bandits, because Nulb doesn’t have a big militia force to keep the road safe.
“People here in Nulb don’t think much of those in Blaisingdell, though. So any attempt to reach out to Blaisingdell, well, wasn’t popular with most folks here.”
“How about you? Did you like the idea?” I asked, trying to figure out why he was able to talk about it so even-handedly.
“I’m a merchant,” he shrugged. “Trade is good for me. I’m not sure it would have worked, but it’s more forward thinking that anyone else in this town has been for years.”
“Should we get Innskip?” I asked. “His boss has a stake in what’s happened.”
Right now, I’m sitting in the livery back room with Mora and Noria, waiting for Innskip to make arrangements for the girls to have a room at the Inn until tomorrow. We’re going to have dinner there. Gimil has gone to see about getting the pelt from the bear tanned, and Rattlins’ goofing around. Ord’s talking about the wagon with Geltman. The day isn’t even over yet!
Oghma
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