The rest of you also finish your meals and all head to your beds. The night passes peacefully, and you feel that maybe this IS a haven safe from Strand.
The next morning you wake up and prepare to leave.
As you eat your breakfast, the innkeeper comes to your table. "My apologies, I failed to give you my name last night. I was a bit distracted. I am Urwin Martikov. You may need my name when you go to the winery. Just follow the Old Svalich Road and the signs. And thank you for looking into this."
You leave the town out the gates you entered through, though they are now standing open in the daylight, and make your way back to the Svalich riad, turning west once more.
No sooner do you start down the road, than a deep voice calls out, "Who goes there?" Through the chill morning mist, you see a large man in drab clothing wearing a tattered gray cloak. He has shaggy black hair and thick muttonchops. He leans heavily on a spear and has a small bundle of animal pelts slung over his shoulder.
“Sounds good to me... the sleep part that is,” Lae says as he downs his other drink.
Yes lets get out of here i am done.
Yep...
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
The rest of you also finish your meals and all head to your beds. The night passes peacefully, and you feel that maybe this IS a haven safe from Strand.
The next morning you wake up and prepare to leave.
(Any preparations before you head to the winery?)
(I'm good)
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
As you eat your breakfast, the innkeeper comes to your table. "My apologies, I failed to give you my name last night. I was a bit distracted. I am Urwin Martikov. You may need my name when you go to the winery. Just follow the Old Svalich Road and the signs. And thank you for looking into this."
"Not a problem, Urwin! We came to this place to help people, and we should at least try." Zander's attitude is a bit better after a rest.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Lae nods in affirmation. He finishes eating quickly and says, "Well let's get a move on shall we."
You leave the town out the gates you entered through, though they are now standing open in the daylight, and make your way back to the Svalich riad, turning west once more.
No sooner do you start down the road, than a deep voice calls out, "Who goes there?" Through the chill morning mist, you see a large man in drab clothing wearing a tattered gray cloak. He has shaggy black hair and thick muttonchops. He leans heavily on a spear and has a small bundle of animal pelts slung over his shoulder.
“Um.. friends of Urwin?” Lae replies as he casts a sidelong glance at Zander as if to say be on guard.
"Is that so? Seems I might've heard that name somewhere. Where are you lot headed?"
“To the winery up the road... What did you say your name was?”
"Yes, I've heard rumors that there was trouble that way. But can your weapons handle it, I wonder?"
"Tough to say. Do you know what kind of trouble it is?"
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
"Haven't really heard, but I HAVE heard there are some problems in this world that can only be handled with silver."
That makes sense, based on what we've already seen here.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
“Are you going to attempt to sell us some silvered weapons?”
"You mean you don't already have them?"
Zander checks his pack. "Nope."
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Lae shakes his head no.