YS's Red Hand of Doom

Gastarn chuckles. "Have you known me to worry, my friend? I'm sure, though, that my 'balls of fire' would be of more use than your sword when two dozen bloodthirsty hobgoblins are charging us."
 

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Enala nods and winks, "Gastarn's right, Vrogor. That's why I also have two more swords to back you up."
 

"Right then. Tomorrow we head off to find Jorr. Gastarn can scribble in his book. The rest of us will get some useful information. Get some sleep. You won't be sleeping on a bed for a while." This last bit he says with a chuckle, not like he was ever really used to sleeping on a bed.

He'll drink back the last of his third... or fifth ale and head off to his room, snapping his fingers once and Clip follows. Upon entering his room he gazes at the bed, then unrolls his bedroll lays it onto the hard floor and reclines. Clip used to this curls up at the foot of the door, the first to hear anyone approaching or working at the door.
 


Starman said:
He looks around for any young, pretty girls to ogle while he gets drunk.

There are several young pretty halfling maidens about as the Old Bridge Inn is run by the Shadowbanks, a clan of about a dozen or so halflings.
 

You wake from you good nights sleep in warm comfortable beds to the sound of a rooster. After a tasty and filling breakfast you gather your gear and belongings and set out on your task.


OOC: So which way? The Dawn Way to the east, The Witch Trail to the north, or some other direction?
 

Vrogor hefts his heavy pack easily, and makes sure his weapons are all secure in place. "We take Witchwood Trail? Hike in shade."
 

Enala adjusts a cloak to make the trip more comfortable. "Witchwood Trail sounds fine by me. Let's go."`
 

The mage wakes to fading nightmares of gibbering halfling women trying to conume him. No more halfling-run inns for me. He grumbles about having to get out of bed in the morning. Must we always start so early, he complains to himself. He splashes some water on his face and sits down to prepare his spells.

That finished, he gathers up his gear and heads downstairs. "I like Vrogar's idea of hiking in the shade. The light seems especially bright today."
 

Up at the earliest lights as any man of the wild is, Coyo repacks his gear, checking it over and working out any kinks in leather or scraping nicks out of his blades. He'll descend to the common room, taking a meal of bread, cheese and smoked meat, alongside a tankard of warmed milk and honey.

"I see you dunked yourself in your tankard again last night." Coyo speaks purposefully louder than normal at the wizard when he descends from his room. "Shall we set out then?" He says noting that the wizard has yet to have eaten.

Clip who was lying at the base of the table raises his head, the wolf-hound having been ready to go since daybreak.
 

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