The Heroes of Fannen-Dar

The halfling still being shoved into the crowd by the ill-tempered old dwarf woman sounds more and more upset. Mei Ying notices that just as he's about to strike at her, he looks down in a shock of fear as she points a thick, blackened blade and escorts him away.

The stooped old human woman shoves her way from the well into the middle of the group and in a gravelly, pained voice whispers, "Gather 'round, you sorry lot."

Once the others have gathered close enough, her hood is pulled back and she drops about a foot, as it becomes apparent this is a halfling man in disguise! "I'm Boldo Bindlestiff. I was sent by my uncle, Buckwilling Bindlestiff, because his spies got word that the Deicktasker family had some nefarious plans concerning that announcement. The spies reported that the Deicktaskers would send an operative to find out the nature of this opportunity, then set up an ambush to claim the spoils once this group returns.

"I just found out they had other plans - plans ta frame me for the misdeeds! That surly, blundering excuse for a pickpocket got his partner, the sewer rat, to call him Boldo, loud and memorable as you please! No doubt they would let you all assume it was that one's doing that lead you to being ambushed, which puts a swift price on my own head.

"But this sticks me in the middle of this right good, but maybe for the best for you all. See, now I have to be with you on this venture to prove that it wasn't me who ambushed you. But, in me getting a cut, you all ensure that the Deicktaskers and Bindlestiffs will leave you alone - my clan so's they don't ruin my own profit in the venture, and the Deicktaskers' rotten hides because they dare not risk a war with Buckwilling Bindlestiff."


Putting the disguise back on, and stepping back onto his stilt-boots, Boldo finishes by saying, "Besides, you might need someone like me along on a shady deal like this." With that, he flips a wand at Thomas - a wand that looks just like the one that was in his pocket moments before.

"This is not a safe place to speak, we should go," says the old woman this group now knows as Boldo.
 

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"Yes, humans who only tell half a story, halflings on stilts...
But we still agree that we will look after the kobolds, aren't we?
Would be much trouble for a setup on a group of totally unrelated people."
Morgran says with a sigh. Then he walks toward the inn.

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Morgran Deepwell
Perception: 12 Insight: 17 Low-light Vision
AC 16 Fortitude 14 Reflex 13 Will 13
Hit Points: 30/30 Bloodied: 15
Temporary Hit Points: 0
Action Points: 1 Second Wind: 1
Healing Surge: 7 Surges per day: 10/10
At-Will Powers: Eldritch Blast, Hellish Rebuke
Encounter Powers: Diabolic Grasp
Daily Powers: Armor of Agathys

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Thomas shrugs, the situation with the halfling was quite strange. He begins walking to the inn with the others. Now how to break the news that their are kobolds in tunnels below the inn...
 

May hesitates, but makes up her mind quickly and follows the others in. She was alone here. Even if circumstances meant this particular job was false, she would need friends much more than she would need money in the immediate future. This was a good opportunity for that.

"We should ask the owner of this place about Zenith," she suggests in a low voice as the heroes make their way across the common area. "To see what kind of reputation he has."
 


You enter the Dragon's Den Inn. The smells of charred meat, apple cider, and sweat greet you. On a day like today, the inn's taproom would normally not have enough room for anyone else; however, due to the kobold attacks, travelers have begun to stay away from Fannen-Dar, and patronage at the inns have declined. Only five people besides yourselves are in the room. Ren Strithaw is of course behind the counter, washing a mug and chatting with a half-elf with green-brown hair. A dwarf and a dragonborn sit in a booth, talking over a drink. Also, a young half-elf with a broom is sweeping up around the room; apparently, Ren found a replacement for Thomas.

Upon seeing Thomas and the group enter the room, Ren waves them over. "Thomas!" he shouts in his feeble old man voice. "Are all them with you?" Upon receiving confirmation, he shouts, "Welcome back! Come on over, drinks are on the house."
 


Ren excuses himself from the half-elf and takes the group into a sort of small room, maybe fifteen by ten feet, with buckets, mops, and brooms scattered around. A trapdoor is also on the floor. Thomas knows, and the rest of you can safely assume, that this is the trapdoor to the basement, where the more hidden trapdoor lies.

Ren turns to each of you in the cramped room. "So, what's the deal? I'll do anything for friends of ol' Thomas here!"
 

"The Man Who Posted The Notice On Your Door Told Us There Are Kobolds In The Tunnels Beneath Your Inn. He Has Hired Us To Find A Map He Says They Have."
 


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