Obsben- The old man turns to you and says, "No one round here has gone missing far as I can tell. Some sheep turn up dead though. Strangest thing, poor things look like they got into a bramble bush." He then watches Scar curiously.
Scar- The hole is not very deep, the shrub that was planted here could not have been more than 3 or 4 feet tall. There are no errant shovel marks that you can discern and and you can see the holes where the roots where. This plant was not dug up.
Temple- The Gnome woman turns to you and says, "That would be me." She looks at first startled when Anton takes the broom, but smiles and says, "I appreciate that, thank you. I find the most mundane of chores so meditative, do you?"
"I am Corkie, real name is Dem. I maintain this little slice of light. I know where that group was headed, I was the one that sent for a champion. Sir Braford was the one that answered that call. He was from out Daggerford way I think. Twice a year some goblins show with an magic apple. Magic the kind that's beyond goblins. No one complained at first, the apple would heal any wound, cure any sickness. But then a white apple showed up. Everyone that even touched that wretched thing got sick. That is when I sent word for a Paladin. I pointed them in the direction the goblins came from, up the Old Road. Theres an old temple up there that used to house a Dragon Cult."
Adalbricht will move to hear what Corkie said, raising a brow at what they said. "So there were dragon worshippers. My own family have close ties to a dragon although I do not think we ever worshipped him."
OOC- for those that cant see that its a little glass orb that casts the light spell upon command, can also use the Daylight spell once per day, and upon command floats 5 feet off the ground, but doesn't follow you unless if gets 60 feet away from the person who commanded it.
And turning back his attention to the Priestress he goes on:
And do you maybe got some history books or journals about what lies in front of us? Usually Temples are Wells of knowledge and I don't need to sleep much. Maybe I could study a bit in your library till later in the night?
Lost in his own thoughts, Obsben pays little heed of Scar's messing with the whole. "Killed in a bramble patch then, or -- uh, nevermind! Thank you sir. I pray that Big Mama sees that the rest of your day isn' t quite so eventful."Obsben smiles at the old man, then at Scar's urging simply nods and follows after the Bugbear. "I don't suppose you ever heard of something like that happening on the road, Big Guy? Not the tree thing, but the sheep murdering. You'd think animals might be involved, but even they know better than to drag their food into such a prickly situations."
Geth has been standing with the group at the temple listening quietly and stoically. At the mention of the magic apple and the temple of the dragon cult, his gaze drifts upward to the corner of his face as he pores through his knowledge of local history, trying to decide whether the idea of a pair of magic apples reminds him of the workings of any groups in the area that might employ goblin footsoldiers.
Bhuraelea- "Maybe an hour, more or less. Goblins are not a motivated bunch and are not known for their distance running," Corkie says, laughing again. "As far as a library, there isn't much help I can be that department."
Geth- Out of the ether of your memory comes these recalled bits of lore. The Dragon Cult here worshiped a Dragon named Ashardalon. An adult Red Dragon, his rampage created the aptly named Ashen plain that the Old road traverses. He was slain during the Dragon Wars by the Paladins of Bahamut and his cult fell to ruin.