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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mathew_Freeman" data-source="post: 4480009" data-attributes="member: 1846">Returning in Triumph to Linden FieldWith the ownership of the Kaius Thunderhammer settled, for now, the group set about leaving the caverns underneath the Shadowhaunt Mausoleum. The two boys were ably supported by Cass and Rangrim, the latter taking the opportunity to impress upon the young human the importance of honour, loyalty and keeping your beard well-groomed.Elwanen noticed something as Linden Field came back into view. "You two lads," he asked "Do you feel you can stand on your own feet? It would do your parents proud to see their children return from kidnap under their own power." Steven nodded yes, and, wobbling slightly for a second, walked the final half mile unaided, his brother beside him. Quinn Stasi was overjoyed to see his children returned unharmed, and promptly paid the money he had promised.He was also fascinated to learn of their possible ancestry, and vowed to help train his children in the ways of the Kaius, as best he could. As the local silversmith, he had a certain amount of capital, and a couple of the local farmers had seen action in militia against roving bands of monsters. It seemed that the children were in good hands, but he asked that should the group ever pass by Linden Field again, that they stop in and see how everyone is doing.Aran piped up "Is there a free drink in it for us? Count me in!"That evening, a happy village celebrated the return of the children in the Inn. Aran told the tale of what had happened[1], embellishing it only slightly, and despite slightly sore heads they set off in the morning with glad hearts, once more taking the trade caravan North to Winterhaven.The countryside was largely dull – low hills breaking away in each direction, with small woods and distant, larger forests. The clouds still pressed close, Winterhaven was still several days away, and the journey quickly became routine as they continued at the slow walking pace that the donkey pulling the trade caravan forced upon them. Aran tended to range ahead a little, scouting for the group.It was this scouting that saved them from what might have been a very nasty ambush. [1]DM's note: This tale can be found at <a href="http://www.obsidianportal.com/campaign/theshepherdsbushgame/wikis/arans-tavern-tales" target="_blank">4th Ed D&D In London » Wiki » Arans Tavern Tales</a> along with part 2! However, read the second Tavern Tale at your own risk, as it contains spoilers for this Story Hour.Next update: Who's ambushing our band of heroes?</blockquote>

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