ADABRA GWYNN: “Thank Chauntea, you arrived just in time!” Comes a soft voice from within the windmill interior. A woman in her mid-forties appears in the doorway, ghost-white with fright, but relieved to see some friendly faces.
“That horrible creature has been plucking off the chickens and goats for the last tenday. I guess it finally ran out of me livestock and decided to come for me instead. I can’t thank you enough for your help! I don’t have much to offer in terms of payment, but I do have a healing potion I can part with...(she hands over a small bottle with a viscous, red fluid inside it to Vaxis)...and the loft upstairs is rather comfortable if you all need a place to rest for the night and mend your wounds...”
(OOC: the sun has started to quickly descend towards the horizon, and it will be dark in about 30 minutes.)
Brutus looks down at the pit in his handed. “He didn’t even take the meat.” Brutus brings his attention to Adabra “Doesn’t the woman of the woods have an excellent sense of timing?”
Turning to Barric “ Me? I’m okay thanks for asking, as long as that Manticore doesn’t come around again.... I think I’ll be okay. “. Looking around the over his shoulder “We couldn’t impose on you like that and fill your house.” To the offering of spending the night
Tabesha'l arrives on the scene and calmly surveys the surprising outcome of her new comrades' daring gamble with the monstrous creature. She plucks one of the manticore's spikes off the nearby wall, turning it around in her hands with detached curiosity, then gives Vaxis and Brutus an inscrutable look.
" That was... interesting. One may now confirm the hypothesis that manticores truly are afraid of great wyrms. Excellent."
She turns towards Adabra and bows politely: " I am Tha'An Pananthyr, and these are my companions Vaxis, Brutus and Barric. We've been sent here to get you back to town as soon as possible, but we'll gratefully accept your offer tonight, mana'daneth. Also, actually there should be five of us..." She looks about to see if she can spot Connak before continuing, adressing the group: " We may want to set a watch for the coming night, in case this beast decides to come back..."
' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV) " Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII) " Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr) " This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
Connak will walk around the wall towards the others. "Solid walls and doors will be appreciated while we meditate this night. We can also discuss why we are here. It seems you have no livestock left and are alone to fend off two dangers. Maybe for a short time, until the dangers are resolved, you should take refuge in Phandalin?"
ADABRA GWYNN: “Nonsense, I’ve plenty of room upstairs. Look now, it’s dark out an you’ve been attacked by wolves and horrible things, one of ya’s bleedin’...and you want to be going back to town? Just how much o’ Tymora’s luck do you think ye got left?”
”And as for taking me back to town with you, well you can forget it. The windmill is my livelihood. There’s no place in Phandalin to grind herbs, besides I would still have to come out here to gather even if there was a mill in town. Let me guess, old Harbin Wester’s been askin’ after me? Old fool, he should know better by now.”
”Enough chatter, get inside - all of you, before that terrible thing comes back. I’ve got a bottle of mushroom wine from Gnomengarde and I’m sure we could all use a drink. Not sure where in the Realms you’re all from, but its obviously nowhere near here...maybe I can help get you all a little more acquainted with life along the triboar trail.”
Connak tries one last time, "You're the one being foolish. The windmill will be here when the dangers are taken care of and it is safe. What are you going to do for food if you're a prisoner in your own windmill? You're out of livestock... what happens when your stores are all gone? And what happens if the manticore or the dragon come by when you're outside gathering your herbs? How much of Tymora's luck do you think you have?"
Barric bows to Adabra. He has a feeling the midwife is set in her ways, and she does not seem afraid. Still, he watches her, wondering if she is just putting on a brave face for the strangers. Insight: 6
"Mistress Gwynn, you are most gracious. I, for one, accept your offer of lodging."
Vaxis places the potion in Brutus palm. "Hold onto this, friend. You may need it in our future struggles."
He then nods respectfully to Adabra, and enters. He finds a spot where his big frame can sit, and takes a seat. He places his shield against the seat, and stretches rather catlike.
"I am having understanding that this is your livelihood. But make no mistake, the manty-core will likely be back, and with much fury. One cannot be having livelihood if one is having no life. Until the creature is properly dealt with, I am having fear I must insist you come back with us in the morning. This is only temporary, once the twin menaces in the area are dispatched, I will personally escort you back here. You are having my word."
He looks around, fearing he may have soured the mood a bit.
"But tonight, we will carry on with the wine and merriment."
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Player - PBP: (Vaxis, Dragonborn Cleric of Bahamut, DoIP), Discord: Byron Bojengles III (Dragonmarked Half-Elf Rogue/Warlock Hexblade)
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Tabesha'l frowns at Connak"s harsh words and she gives her old lover's comrade-in-arms a warning look. As the group settles around the table, she remains silent and gathers her robes beneath her as she finds a sit, after carefully placing her traveling cloak by the fireside. She waits for her companions to finish their pleas before she takes Adara's hand gently in her own.
" It is clear to me thou art a strong-willed woman, and a diligent mistress of thy craft. For this thou deserveth respect, and kindness. We shan't force thee to do anything thou doeth not wish to do, of this thou may rest assured. Yet from what I gather, the main problem resides in thy access to the local plants and their preparing at the mill, doeth it not ? What if we could find a way for thee to receive said-herbs while thou remainest safe in yonder village ? Wouldst that be considered acceptable ? Understand, this would be a most provisory situation, as we shall do everything in our given power to resolve the security issue around thy chosen place of livelihood, quickest we can." She holds on to the woman's hand for a moment longer, before letting go; a calm, reassuring smile floats on her exquisitely crafted lips as she murmurs: " Adara-Of-The-Many-Herbs, Thou hast my solemn word, this shall be so. Natherad They'Dannan !"
** Persuasion 12 **
UPDATE: rolling for Manticore quills identification - History 7 - Arcana 14
' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV) " Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII) " Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr) " This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
After listening to Tabesha'l, Connak returns the glare, "That doesn't make sense. We're here to convince Adara to leave for her safety and you propose having someone else come to gather herbs, mill them and bring them back to Phandalin? Who's life are you risking to make this promise? Besides, I'm certain that the gathering and milling of the herbs requires experience in the craft, else anyone would be doing it."
Turning to Adara, Connak attempts to be respectful, yet speaks it like it is, "Midwife Adara, you're hospitality is gracious and accepted. However, tomorrow I return to Phandalin and it will likely be your last chance to be escorted with as much safety as a group like ours can provide. After that, you are as likely to die of hunger locked up in your home, or die as a creature's meal than you are to hole up and wait it out. I will not force you, but the opportunity expires. There are others that can use our help, as well as the village itself."
Adabra Gwynn cackles with delight at the party’s repeated attempts to lure her back to Phandalin. “Chauntea bless thee children, how much is old Wester paying you to retrieve me? Must be a handsome purse. Tell you what,” the midwife says as she begins scribbling out a note on the back of one of her recipes “take this note to the Townmaster as proof that I yet live. He should dispense your pay forthwith.” She stuffs the note into Connak’s hand and gives him a sharp look in return.
”But I’ll say this to ye one more time and then I’ll hear no more on the subject...I’m not...returning...to Phandalin!” As she does so, she opens the cupboards revealing enough food stores to last one person at least three months. “Don’t worry about me starving. And i’ve got enough herbs to make close to thirty more healing potions. So, ye should have plenty of time to hunt down and slay that manticore, and me thinks you could use a little more practice before yer ready to face it in combat...tough talk will only last so long before it decides to test yer mettle.”
”Now, let’s talk about something else, shall we?” says the stubborn midwife as she sets out cups and begins to pour the mushroom wine. “The wizards at Gnomengarde vint this wine on site from the mushroom grove that flourishes in the small grotto near their cave complex. I was going to save this bottle for my next trip to Falcon’s Hunting Lodge, but looks like it might be a while, so might as well enjoy it now.”
As the evening wears on, Adabra Gwynn shares what she knows about several locations in the region (for brevity of this post, check the campaign notes section.) The characters benefit from the effects of a long rest, and they awaken around 7am the following morning to find Adabra cooking breakfast for the entire group. (No food or water assessments will be made for the previous adventuring day.)
The next morning as he is leaving, Connak brandishes the note Adabra wrote and can't help adding a jab after he thanks her for the food and hospitality, "... and enjoy being a solitary prisoner in your own home. Better pray the dragon situation is resolved in a couple months, or the Townmaster's purse doesn't run dry risking adventurer lives checking up on you."
Vaxis shoots Connak a stern look at the attitude given to the woman’s hospitality.
”He meant to say you are having our thanks, as do I. May Bahamut watch over you, and the winds be at your back. Please barricade yourself in. I would be having comfort knowing you’ve done at least that to protect yourself.”
It is a bright, clear morning and the last of the fog is receding as the dew dissipates from blades of grass. A crow cawes in the distance but no other sounds can be heard from the secluded hilltop. A barely perceptible breeze is cool and comfortable and carries the scents from Adabra Gwynn’s small garden of rosemary bushes to rest heavy in Vaxis’ nasal palette.
It is a new day, and the party takes stock of their priorities: inform the Townmaster of the midwife’s status, visit Barthen’s Provisions for additional supplies and return to the hiring board to see what more they can do to assist the small community of Phandalin.
Barric leaves a gold piece on table upstairs where the midwife might find it later, and gives her his thanks as he leaves. To the others outside, he speaks in a low voice.
"Mistress Gwynn is a survivor. I am more worried about us, if that manticore decides it wants revenge. We should be careful on our way back, and be ready to find cover."
Darwin Foamtankard was the first to arrive at the stone wall separating Leilon from the dangerous Mere of Dead Men. Work on the fortifications around the town had been in progress for many months now, funded by the coffers of Neverwinter. He stacked cut blocks into a cart and wheeled them over to the unfinished section of wall and began preparing the mortar in a bucket of muddy water.
The studious dwarf assumed the large shadow darkening over him was nothing more than a cloud passing in front of the morning sun. Had he been less-consumed in his work, it might have dawned on him that the shadow was moving in the wrong direction based on the prevailing winds that morning. A second later, two severed dwarven hands, one holding a mason’s trowl, the other a limestone brick, fell on either side of a pair of disembodied boots...with dwarven feet still inside them...
...the shadow then receded as quickly as it had come...
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Connak is as indifferent to Vaxis's body language as he is to Tabesha'l's. Responding to Barric, "You can think that if it makes you feel better for leaving her there. But mistress Gwynn is a solitary self imposed prisoner in her own home, and risks her life every time she leaves it. If the Townmaster continues to try and protect her, then she's also endangering the villagers or adventurers that travel here."
Back to the matter at hand, Connak explains, "I will take point again. Stay 30 feet behind and if you see me take cover, you should know what that means."
Perception check for dangers: 4
Edit: if it needs saying, then my bow will be strung and equipped.
Connak lets the others catch up as they near Phandalin. "Well, that's how I like to travel. Nice, uneventful and safe. Lets go see the town master and collect our coin, then we can get some supplies and gear before taking on the next task."
The party arrives at the Townmaster’s Hall to find only a gnomish clerk who books coach cabs, schedules hirelings and sends messengers. He tells the party that the Townmaster, Harbin Wester has not been in the office since the dragon first appeared in the skies over Phandalin over a ten day ago. He points out Wester’s home and tells them that he is still paying out on tasks from the hiring board, through a slot in his front door.
”Most relaxing tenday in recent memory,” were the clerk’s exact words.
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ADABRA GWYNN: “Thank Chauntea, you arrived just in time!” Comes a soft voice from within the windmill interior. A woman in her mid-forties appears in the doorway, ghost-white with fright, but relieved to see some friendly faces.
“That horrible creature has been plucking off the chickens and goats for the last tenday. I guess it finally ran out of me livestock and decided to come for me instead. I can’t thank you enough for your help! I don’t have much to offer in terms of payment, but I do have a healing potion I can part with...(she hands over a small bottle with a viscous, red fluid inside it to Vaxis)...and the loft upstairs is rather comfortable if you all need a place to rest for the night and mend your wounds...”
(OOC: the sun has started to quickly descend towards the horizon, and it will be dark in about 30 minutes.)
Brutus looks down at the pit in his handed. “He didn’t even take the meat.” Brutus brings his attention to Adabra “Doesn’t the woman of the woods have an excellent sense of timing?”
Turning to Barric “ Me? I’m okay thanks for asking, as long as that Manticore doesn’t come around again.... I think I’ll be okay. “. Looking around the over his shoulder “We couldn’t impose on you like that and fill your house.” To the offering of spending the night
Tabesha'l arrives on the scene and calmly surveys the surprising outcome of her new comrades' daring gamble with the monstrous creature. She plucks one of the manticore's spikes off the nearby wall, turning it around in her hands with detached curiosity, then gives Vaxis and Brutus an inscrutable look.
" That was... interesting. One may now confirm the hypothesis that manticores truly are afraid of great wyrms. Excellent."
She turns towards Adabra and bows politely: " I am Tha'An Pananthyr, and these are my companions Vaxis, Brutus and Barric. We've been sent here to get you back to town as soon as possible, but we'll gratefully accept your offer tonight, mana'daneth. Also, actually there should be five of us..." She looks about to see if she can spot Connak before continuing, adressing the group: " We may want to set a watch for the coming night, in case this beast decides to come back..."
' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV)
" Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII)
" Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr)
" This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
Connak will walk around the wall towards the others. "Solid walls and doors will be appreciated while we meditate this night. We can also discuss why we are here. It seems you have no livestock left and are alone to fend off two dangers. Maybe for a short time, until the dangers are resolved, you should take refuge in Phandalin?"
ADABRA GWYNN: “Nonsense, I’ve plenty of room upstairs. Look now, it’s dark out an you’ve been attacked by wolves and horrible things, one of ya’s bleedin’...and you want to be going back to town? Just how much o’ Tymora’s luck do you think ye got left?”
”And as for taking me back to town with you, well you can forget it. The windmill is my livelihood. There’s no place in Phandalin to grind herbs, besides I would still have to come out here to gather even if there was a mill in town. Let me guess, old Harbin Wester’s been askin’ after me? Old fool, he should know better by now.”
”Enough chatter, get inside - all of you, before that terrible thing comes back. I’ve got a bottle of mushroom wine from Gnomengarde and I’m sure we could all use a drink. Not sure where in the Realms you’re all from, but its obviously nowhere near here...maybe I can help get you all a little more acquainted with life along the triboar trail.”
Connak tries one last time, "You're the one being foolish. The windmill will be here when the dangers are taken care of and it is safe. What are you going to do for food if you're a prisoner in your own windmill? You're out of livestock... what happens when your stores are all gone? And what happens if the manticore or the dragon come by when you're outside gathering your herbs? How much of Tymora's luck do you think you have?"
Barric bows to Adabra. He has a feeling the midwife is set in her ways, and she does not seem afraid. Still, he watches her, wondering if she is just putting on a brave face for the strangers. Insight: 6
"Mistress Gwynn, you are most gracious. I, for one, accept your offer of lodging."
Vaxis places the potion in Brutus palm. "Hold onto this, friend. You may need it in our future struggles."
He then nods respectfully to Adabra, and enters. He finds a spot where his big frame can sit, and takes a seat. He places his shield against the seat, and stretches rather catlike.
"I am having understanding that this is your livelihood. But make no mistake, the manty-core will likely be back, and with much fury. One cannot be having livelihood if one is having no life. Until the creature is properly dealt with, I am having fear I must insist you come back with us in the morning. This is only temporary, once the twin menaces in the area are dispatched, I will personally escort you back here. You are having my word."
He looks around, fearing he may have soured the mood a bit.
"But tonight, we will carry on with the wine and merriment."
DM - Saturday and Tuesday: Eberron
Player - PBP: (Vaxis, Dragonborn Cleric of Bahamut, DoIP), Discord: Byron Bojengles III (Dragonmarked Half-Elf Rogue/Warlock Hexblade)
Other games: (Aardwolf MUD, Diablo 3, Starcraft 2, Pokemon, Borderlands {all})
Tabesha'l frowns at Connak"s harsh words and she gives her old lover's comrade-in-arms a warning look. As the group settles around the table, she remains silent and gathers her robes beneath her as she finds a sit, after carefully placing her traveling cloak by the fireside. She waits for her companions to finish their pleas before she takes Adara's hand gently in her own.
" It is clear to me thou art a strong-willed woman, and a diligent mistress of thy craft. For this thou deserveth respect, and kindness. We shan't force thee to do anything thou doeth not wish to do, of this thou may rest assured. Yet from what I gather, the main problem resides in thy access to the local plants and their preparing at the mill, doeth it not ? What if we could find a way for thee to receive said-herbs while thou remainest safe in yonder village ? Wouldst that be considered acceptable ? Understand, this would be a most provisory situation, as we shall do everything in our given power to resolve the security issue around thy chosen place of livelihood, quickest we can." She holds on to the woman's hand for a moment longer, before letting go; a calm, reassuring smile floats on her exquisitely crafted lips as she murmurs: " Adara-Of-The-Many-Herbs, Thou hast my solemn word, this shall be so. Natherad They'Dannan !"
** Persuasion 12 **
UPDATE: rolling for Manticore quills identification - History 7 - Arcana 14
' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV)
" Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII)
" Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr)
" This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
After listening to Tabesha'l, Connak returns the glare, "That doesn't make sense. We're here to convince Adara to leave for her safety and you propose having someone else come to gather herbs, mill them and bring them back to Phandalin? Who's life are you risking to make this promise? Besides, I'm certain that the gathering and milling of the herbs requires experience in the craft, else anyone would be doing it."
Turning to Adara, Connak attempts to be respectful, yet speaks it like it is, "Midwife Adara, you're hospitality is gracious and accepted. However, tomorrow I return to Phandalin and it will likely be your last chance to be escorted with as much safety as a group like ours can provide. After that, you are as likely to die of hunger locked up in your home, or die as a creature's meal than you are to hole up and wait it out. I will not force you, but the opportunity expires. There are others that can use our help, as well as the village itself."
Intimidation with the truth: 6
Adabra Gwynn cackles with delight at the party’s repeated attempts to lure her back to Phandalin. “Chauntea bless thee children, how much is old Wester paying you to retrieve me? Must be a handsome purse. Tell you what,” the midwife says as she begins scribbling out a note on the back of one of her recipes “take this note to the Townmaster as proof that I yet live. He should dispense your pay forthwith.” She stuffs the note into Connak’s hand and gives him a sharp look in return.
”But I’ll say this to ye one more time and then I’ll hear no more on the subject...I’m not...returning...to Phandalin!” As she does so, she opens the cupboards revealing enough food stores to last one person at least three months. “Don’t worry about me starving. And i’ve got enough herbs to make close to thirty more healing potions. So, ye should have plenty of time to hunt down and slay that manticore, and me thinks you could use a little more practice before yer ready to face it in combat...tough talk will only last so long before it decides to test yer mettle.”
”Now, let’s talk about something else, shall we?” says the stubborn midwife as she sets out cups and begins to pour the mushroom wine. “The wizards at Gnomengarde vint this wine on site from the mushroom grove that flourishes in the small grotto near their cave complex. I was going to save this bottle for my next trip to Falcon’s Hunting Lodge, but looks like it might be a while, so might as well enjoy it now.”
As the evening wears on, Adabra Gwynn shares what she knows about several locations in the region (for brevity of this post, check the campaign notes section.) The characters benefit from the effects of a long rest, and they awaken around 7am the following morning to find Adabra cooking breakfast for the entire group. (No food or water assessments will be made for the previous adventuring day.)
(OOC: Day 1 of our adventure is complete!)
The next morning as he is leaving, Connak brandishes the note Adabra wrote and can't help adding a jab after he thanks her for the food and hospitality, "... and enjoy being a solitary prisoner in your own home. Better pray the dragon situation is resolved in a couple months, or the Townmaster's purse doesn't run dry risking adventurer lives checking up on you."
Vaxis shoots Connak a stern look at the attitude given to the woman’s hospitality.
”He meant to say you are having our thanks, as do I. May Bahamut watch over you, and the winds be at your back. Please barricade yourself in. I would be having comfort knowing you’ve done at least that to protect yourself.”
He proceeds to walk outside to survey the area.
DM - Saturday and Tuesday: Eberron
Player - PBP: (Vaxis, Dragonborn Cleric of Bahamut, DoIP), Discord: Byron Bojengles III (Dragonmarked Half-Elf Rogue/Warlock Hexblade)
Other games: (Aardwolf MUD, Diablo 3, Starcraft 2, Pokemon, Borderlands {all})
It is a bright, clear morning and the last of the fog is receding as the dew dissipates from blades of grass. A crow cawes in the distance but no other sounds can be heard from the secluded hilltop. A barely perceptible breeze is cool and comfortable and carries the scents from Adabra Gwynn’s small garden of rosemary bushes to rest heavy in Vaxis’ nasal palette.
It is a new day, and the party takes stock of their priorities: inform the Townmaster of the midwife’s status, visit Barthen’s Provisions for additional supplies and return to the hiring board to see what more they can do to assist the small community of Phandalin.
Barric leaves a gold piece on table upstairs where the midwife might find it later, and gives her his thanks as he leaves. To the others outside, he speaks in a low voice.
"Mistress Gwynn is a survivor. I am more worried about us, if that manticore decides it wants revenge. We should be careful on our way back, and be ready to find cover."
ELSEWHERE IN THE REALMS:
Darwin Foamtankard was the first to arrive at the stone wall separating Leilon from the dangerous Mere of Dead Men. Work on the fortifications around the town had been in progress for many months now, funded by the coffers of Neverwinter. He stacked cut blocks into a cart and wheeled them over to the unfinished section of wall and began preparing the mortar in a bucket of muddy water.
The studious dwarf assumed the large shadow darkening over him was nothing more than a cloud passing in front of the morning sun. Had he been less-consumed in his work, it might have dawned on him that the shadow was moving in the wrong direction based on the prevailing winds that morning. A second later, two severed dwarven hands, one holding a mason’s trowl, the other a limestone brick, fell on either side of a pair of disembodied boots...with dwarven feet still inside them...
...the shadow then receded as quickly as it had come...
Connak is as indifferent to Vaxis's body language as he is to Tabesha'l's. Responding to Barric, "You can think that if it makes you feel better for leaving her there. But mistress Gwynn is a solitary self imposed prisoner in her own home, and risks her life every time she leaves it. If the Townmaster continues to try and protect her, then she's also endangering the villagers or adventurers that travel here."
Back to the matter at hand, Connak explains, "I will take point again. Stay 30 feet behind and if you see me take cover, you should know what that means."
Perception check for dangers: 4
Edit: if it needs saying, then my bow will be strung and equipped.
The party travels uneventfully back up the miner’s trail to Phandalin.
The local time is now 9am
Connak lets the others catch up as they near Phandalin. "Well, that's how I like to travel. Nice, uneventful and safe. Lets go see the town master and collect our coin, then we can get some supplies and gear before taking on the next task."
The party arrives at the Townmaster’s Hall to find only a gnomish clerk who books coach cabs, schedules hirelings and sends messengers. He tells the party that the Townmaster, Harbin Wester has not been in the office since the dragon first appeared in the skies over Phandalin over a ten day ago. He points out Wester’s home and tells them that he is still paying out on tasks from the hiring board, through a slot in his front door.
”Most relaxing tenday in recent memory,” were the clerk’s exact words.