renau1g's Red Hand of Doom

Zazz smiles and lifts a hand in greeting at the approach of the armed townsfolk. "Hail, and well met. We come in peace to your fair town, seeking soft beds to rest from our long journey, a warm meal to fill our bellies, and cool ale to wet our parched throats."
 

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Virashil

"I was somewhat amazed at how eager he was to talk to me, to be honest."

After they set back onto the road, Virashil cannot push the thought of Tiamat out of her mind. Her draconic ancestor had mentioned that she was needed to help out good dragonkind at some point in her life, but is this the time and place -- and is she ready for the rigors and challenges it would entail?

Her mind would not rest, and she was pleased to finally reach Drellin's Ferry -- hopefully the people and buildings would take her mind off things.

"Greetings men -- like my fellow elf mentioned, we are mere travellers, seeking a warm, soft bed for the night, while we continue our journey into the Witchwood."

"I take it that the town has posted a guard due to nearby hobgoblins, perhaps? We had been ambushed by a troop of them not more than a couple hours up the road from here, near a burned out farmhouse."
 

Brodi was silent after Virashil's explanation. Apparently thinking deeply about what she'd said.

At least initially. He'd soon slipped off into a doze, bobbing along in his saddle as the group approached the town and, effectively, giving Short-toe free reign to amble about the road chewing on grasses.

The guard's hail brings him back to wakefulness and he manages, with much clucking and hissing, to get the dinosaur off a patch of dried scrub grass and to stand back with the group during their conversation with the guards.
 

After Virashil's mention of hobgoblins the man's eyes widen
"Indeed! Where? Bands of them have those murderous savages have been spotted all over the edges of town, ambushing travellers. We've sent out many patrols, but you're lucky to be alive." the mailed individual says.

Looking at Zazz, the man says "Well, I don't want to hold you up then. I could use a drink myself, but that'll wait. The Old Bridge Inn is just on the other side of the river (#10 on the map) if you need a place to put your feet up."
 

"We encountered the hobgoblins a ways down the road, near a farmhouse. They were well armed, and not your ordinary raiders. We left them in a shallow grave. We found their victims, five humans, and gave them a proper burial." The elf shrugs. "Their deaths have been avenged."
 

Virashil

She smiles warmly towards the guards,"Thank you for the information -- one small favor -- is there a smithy or a mercantile shop in town? We have some excess equipment we are interested in parting with."

After they put some distance between the men and themselves, the silver-haired elf cocks her head to the side,"Do you want to get rooms at the Inn first, or get rid of the hobgobling gear first?"
 

Tha captain responds to Virashil "Morlin runs a smithy on the far side of town, he's quite the skilled blacksmith. Jendar runs a merchant company that might be able to help as well, his place is just before you cross the river"
As you leave he waves and bids you farewell.

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Smithy - #5
Jendar's - #17
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"Thank you, Captain. If you are up for it after your shift, please come by to join us at the Inn for a drink..." says Zazz as they move away from the guard post. As they move further into town, he glances at his companions. "Jendar the merchant, then?" he suggests, knowing it to be on their way through town.
 


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