Sylharice has a big smile as he notices moralesh trying to initiate the spell" Hey Moralesh perhaps one day u can teach me some of your ways and I can show u some tricks of mine "
As Graeme sticks his head through the door of the shop he sees a human man busily moving stock onto shelves. He's lean and balding and as Graeme calls his face darkens. It brightens again almost instantly at the word "delivery" and he calls back. "Cart is it, lad? Bring 'er round the back and we can get 'er unloaded. You Gundren's boys then?"
You lead the cart round to the rear of the store where there is a loading bay and a couple of lads to help with the unloading. As it's being manoeuvred into position, Barthen appears from the doors to the shop itself. "Let's 'ave a look at what you've brought me then. Gundren with you, is he?"
The man smiles warmly. "Elmar Barthen, proprietor of this 'ere humble store." He holds out his hand for Graeme to shake. As the canvas cover protecting the goods is removed he gives a grunt of surprise, and continues to walk round the cart. After he's finished he turns back to Graeme looking slightly perplexed. "Looks like Gundren ain't the only thing that's not here right now." He taps some of the goods emblazoned with a blue lions head. "And some stuff that seems to have got a little bit lost." He looks a bit closer at one of the barrels. "Has someone been at the salted pork," he groans. "And the oil! I been needing that for the miners."
The man gives a weary sigh and turns to face the party. "Right. Any o you lot care to tell me what's goin' on. I'm supposed to be paying you a delivery fee, and Gundren shoulda been here a couple'o days ago. He's not, and now I find a cart with missing goods and goods that shouldn't even be on it in the first place."
He gives a shout. "Ander, Thistle. Get this lot unloaded, but leave the Coster stuff on it, got it, or Linene will have my balls on a silver platter." He shakes his head then looks around somewhat suspiciously. "You'd better come inside. Not good to be doin' business on the doorstep." He leads you inside into the store and takes a seat on a stool. "Go on then. Let's hear it!" He looks at each of you expectantly.
Moralesh starts talking rapidly, in one long breath like a child defending their actions. “Well, y’see Mr. Barthen, I don’t know nothun about Mr. Gundren but these here folk rescued me and Willow and Mr. Sildar from a buggybear and a bunch of little orcs and some goblins and sime wolves. They even helped to heal Mr. Sildar when he was hurt. The extra Coster goods were what Miss Willow and I were protecting when the gobbos attacked our caravan. But don’t you worry sir, we took care if em, they won’t be robbing any more carts on that road. At least not the same bad ones, cause we killed em all and the rest moved far away. If you helped us to get the rest of the Coster goods I think we can help pay for your lost goods when we deliver theirs to them. We were stuck there for a few days snd didn’t think anyone would come but they did and we are here now with what we were able to save.”
"Woah, woah there son. Slow down before you do yerself an injury," Barthen laughs. "That don't make a whole lot of sense to me. Bugbears? Goblins? So you're not working for Gundren then." He rubs his face and mutters something under his breath. "Is what you're trying to tell me, that you had goblin trouble?" He laughs again. "Anyone working for Gundren want to have a shot?" He looks more bemused than angry.
Sylharice bowed in courtesy ''Apologies but things are not that simple...the short version is master Gundren has been abducted by a clan of goblins..we were ambushed by the same ones.We found out they were working on behalf of someone they called 'Black dragon' and they mentioned Cragmaw castle.. Look the truth is we dont know if he is still alive..as for some of the staff from the cargo here i borrowed this crowbar u can have it back.''
and he takes out the crowbar from his bag and gives it to Barthen
“Aye. As he said.” Graeme says with a nod to Sylharice. “Ere’s the other equipment, the oil’s in the lamp. None was used.” He places the crowbar and the lamp on the cart.
”As for the pork, we took jus’ enough tae get by. Chasin’ those goblins took a couple days we hadn’t planned on.” Graeme continues...
“...an if ye doon mind, can we get on tae settlin’ accounts? We’ve been through a bit an’ need tae git a good rest so we can strike out early morning. I’ll get the money tae Gundren.”
Norwin sees the rest of the party handling the stuff inside with Barthen and just waits outside until they are done inside (I don't think he took anything from the cart). Overthinking what has happened and what he should do next. The ritual I have to perform is still a few days away, so I might as well spend some time with these guys, he thinks. Might keep me occupied for the following days, hell, maybe we even will find Gundren alive.
"Well shit." Barthen sits in surprised silence for a little time. "Dammit, I told that old fool to be careful on the road. Now he's got 'imself stuck Gods knows where. His brothers are going to go daft when they get back into town. Did the mad bastard tell you what he found up in them hills?"
He mulls this over. "So you went looking for 'im did ya. Sounds like you gave them goblins a bloody nose," he looks at Moralesh. "Who's this Sildar, son? Don't think I know the name."
He hops down off his stool and disappears behind the shops counter, fumbling about with something and mumbling angrily to himself. You hear the chink of coin and a few moments later there is a heavy purse lying on the counter top.
"Ten gold each was the agreement, so I'll keep to that. I've lost a bit from the pork and the lantern's used goods now, but I ain't gonna blame you for that. Gundren's a good friend and you went looking for 'im. I 'preciate that"
He puts a hand on the purse. "Only thing I ask is that you keep looking for 'im. Ain't got a clue who this Black Dragon is, or ever heard o this Cragmaw Castle. There's one or two folk around town who might be able to help you, Darren Edermath might be worth a shot. He's gettin' on a bit now, but he used to be the venturesome type. He might know."
He taps the counter with his hand a few times. "Keeps an orchard does Darren," he points off to the west, "down by the green."
He pushes the purse forward. "Might be you want to take those Coster goods to Linene. She'll be mighty pleased to see them. She's been *****ing about bandits and how her last supply wagon ain't turned up. Meanwhile, you need anything just holler, take a bit of time to look round the shop." He grins. "I'm told the salted pork is very good," and he winks at Graeme.
"Mr Barthen a question if I may? " said Sylharice "I need this letter to be delivered to my father at the town of Waterdeep as fast as possible. He is a good friend of master Gundren and they know each other for a long time..I am most certain he ll help us with our quest to bring him back..Can u send it or at least know someone else who can?"
"You'll be lucky to find anyone in town son," Barthen says. "We ain't had anyone from Waterdeep round here for an age and a half. If you try at the Stonehill Inn, you might get lucky, but travellers round here been like rocking horse shit recently." He scratches his chin. "Only other place I can think of is old Ma Gwynn up on Umbrage Hill. She makes potions and the like up there in an old mill. Keeps herself to herself mostly, but she keeps some pigeons in 'er loft. Might be you could get one o'those to fly it down for you." He shrugs. "Best I can do I'm afraid."
''Many thanks for your help nevertheless..much appreciate..Mr Barthen one last thing..do u have partchments and a flask please.. if yes how much?' says Sylharice
“Mr. Barthen, I lost all my standard gear when Miss Willow and I were attacked. Would you have the basic explorer’s pack of goods or just the individual items?” Moralesh sets a hastily scribbled note on the counter. The words, scratched into the surface of a small leather strip with his fingernail, are:Backpack,
Bedroll,
Mess kit
10x rations
Rope
Tinderbox
10x torch
Waterskin
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“No no I mean it poofed in just like the Ripper in my dream”
“Oh?! A stay at a nice inn for once? That’ll be lovely. I wonder if the beds are soft or bouncy?”
Moralesh, still intrigued by the raven, starts waving his hand around trying to imitate the motions Sylharice had made.
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Sylharice has a big smile as he notices moralesh trying to initiate the spell" Hey Moralesh perhaps one day u can teach me some of your ways and I can show u some tricks of mine "
Graeme hops off the cart and calls into Barthen's...
"Oy there! 'Allo? We hae a delivery fer ye!"
As Graeme sticks his head through the door of the shop he sees a human man busily moving stock onto shelves. He's lean and balding and as Graeme calls his face darkens. It brightens again almost instantly at the word "delivery" and he calls back. "Cart is it, lad? Bring 'er round the back and we can get 'er unloaded. You Gundren's boys then?"
You lead the cart round to the rear of the store where there is a loading bay and a couple of lads to help with the unloading. As it's being manoeuvred into position, Barthen appears from the doors to the shop itself. "Let's 'ave a look at what you've brought me then. Gundren with you, is he?"
"Aye! We're Gundrens folk." Graeme says matter of factly.
"No. I'm afraid Grundren isnae wi' us jus' now."
Graeme steps back and crosses his arms as Barthen inspects the cart.
Sylharice by the time of inspecton sits in a quite corner , takes out a half piece of paper sheet and a quill with ink and starts writing a letter...
The man smiles warmly. "Elmar Barthen, proprietor of this 'ere humble store." He holds out his hand for Graeme to shake. As the canvas cover protecting the goods is removed he gives a grunt of surprise, and continues to walk round the cart. After he's finished he turns back to Graeme looking slightly perplexed. "Looks like Gundren ain't the only thing that's not here right now." He taps some of the goods emblazoned with a blue lions head. "And some stuff that seems to have got a little bit lost." He looks a bit closer at one of the barrels. "Has someone been at the salted pork," he groans. "And the oil! I been needing that for the miners."
The man gives a weary sigh and turns to face the party. "Right. Any o you lot care to tell me what's goin' on. I'm supposed to be paying you a delivery fee, and Gundren shoulda been here a couple'o days ago. He's not, and now I find a cart with missing goods and goods that shouldn't even be on it in the first place."
He gives a shout. "Ander, Thistle. Get this lot unloaded, but leave the Coster stuff on it, got it, or Linene will have my balls on a silver platter." He shakes his head then looks around somewhat suspiciously. "You'd better come inside. Not good to be doin' business on the doorstep." He leads you inside into the store and takes a seat on a stool. "Go on then. Let's hear it!" He looks at each of you expectantly.
Moralesh starts talking rapidly, in one long breath like a child defending their actions. “Well, y’see Mr. Barthen, I don’t know nothun about Mr. Gundren but these here folk rescued me and Willow and Mr. Sildar from a buggybear and a bunch of little orcs and some goblins and sime wolves. They even helped to heal Mr. Sildar when he was hurt. The extra Coster goods were what Miss Willow and I were protecting when the gobbos attacked our caravan. But don’t you worry sir, we took care if em, they won’t be robbing any more carts on that road. At least not the same bad ones, cause we killed em all and the rest moved far away. If you helped us to get the rest of the Coster goods I think we can help pay for your lost goods when we deliver theirs to them. We were stuck there for a few days snd didn’t think anyone would come but they did and we are here now with what we were able to save.”
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"Woah, woah there son. Slow down before you do yerself an injury," Barthen laughs. "That don't make a whole lot of sense to me. Bugbears? Goblins? So you're not working for Gundren then." He rubs his face and mutters something under his breath. "Is what you're trying to tell me, that you had goblin trouble?" He laughs again. "Anyone working for Gundren want to have a shot?" He looks more bemused than angry.
Sylharice bowed in courtesy ''Apologies but things are not that simple...the short version is master Gundren has been abducted by a clan of goblins..we were ambushed by the same ones.We found out they were working on behalf of someone they called 'Black dragon' and they mentioned Cragmaw castle.. Look the truth is we dont know if he is still alive..as for some of the staff from the cargo here i borrowed this crowbar u can have it back.''
and he takes out the crowbar from his bag and gives it to Barthen
“Aye. As he said.” Graeme says with a nod to Sylharice. “Ere’s the other equipment, the oil’s in the lamp. None was used.” He places the crowbar and the lamp on the cart.
”As for the pork, we took jus’ enough tae get by. Chasin’ those goblins took a couple days we hadn’t planned on.” Graeme continues...
“...an if ye doon mind, can we get on tae settlin’ accounts? We’ve been through a bit an’ need tae git a good rest so we can strike out early morning. I’ll get the money tae Gundren.”
Norwin sees the rest of the party handling the stuff inside with Barthen and just waits outside until they are done inside (I don't think he took anything from the cart). Overthinking what has happened and what he should do next. The ritual I have to perform is still a few days away, so I might as well spend some time with these guys, he thinks. Might keep me occupied for the following days, hell, maybe we even will find Gundren alive.
"Well shit." Barthen sits in surprised silence for a little time. "Dammit, I told that old fool to be careful on the road. Now he's got 'imself stuck Gods knows where. His brothers are going to go daft when they get back into town. Did the mad bastard tell you what he found up in them hills?"
He mulls this over. "So you went looking for 'im did ya. Sounds like you gave them goblins a bloody nose," he looks at Moralesh. "Who's this Sildar, son? Don't think I know the name."
He hops down off his stool and disappears behind the shops counter, fumbling about with something and mumbling angrily to himself. You hear the chink of coin and a few moments later there is a heavy purse lying on the counter top.
"Ten gold each was the agreement, so I'll keep to that. I've lost a bit from the pork and the lantern's used goods now, but I ain't gonna blame you for that. Gundren's a good friend and you went looking for 'im. I 'preciate that"
He puts a hand on the purse. "Only thing I ask is that you keep looking for 'im. Ain't got a clue who this Black Dragon is, or ever heard o this Cragmaw Castle. There's one or two folk around town who might be able to help you, Darren Edermath might be worth a shot. He's gettin' on a bit now, but he used to be the venturesome type. He might know."
He taps the counter with his hand a few times. "Keeps an orchard does Darren," he points off to the west, "down by the green."
He pushes the purse forward. "Might be you want to take those Coster goods to Linene. She'll be mighty pleased to see them. She's been *****ing about bandits and how her last supply wagon ain't turned up. Meanwhile, you need anything just holler, take a bit of time to look round the shop." He grins. "I'm told the salted pork is very good," and he winks at Graeme.
"Mr Barthen a question if I may? " said Sylharice "I need this letter to be delivered to my father at the town of Waterdeep as fast as possible. He is a good friend of master Gundren and they know each other for a long time..I am most certain he ll help us with our quest to bring him back..Can u send it or at least know someone else who can?"
"You'll be lucky to find anyone in town son," Barthen says. "We ain't had anyone from Waterdeep round here for an age and a half. If you try at the Stonehill Inn, you might get lucky, but travellers round here been like rocking horse shit recently." He scratches his chin. "Only other place I can think of is old Ma Gwynn up on Umbrage Hill. She makes potions and the like up there in an old mill. Keeps herself to herself mostly, but she keeps some pigeons in 'er loft. Might be you could get one o'those to fly it down for you." He shrugs. "Best I can do I'm afraid."
''Many thanks for your help nevertheless..much appreciate..Mr Barthen one last thing..do u have partchments and a flask please.. if yes how much?' says Sylharice
"Sure do. How many do you need? Parchment is a silver a sheet and a flask," he looks around for a moment to find one, "that's two copper."
''lets make them 3 parchments and a flask then please' so 3 silver and 2 copper right?' and he holds the coins ready to give them
Barthen takes the money and hands over the parchment and flask, thanking the wizard.
“Mr. Barthen, I lost all my standard gear when Miss Willow and I were attacked. Would you have the basic explorer’s pack of goods or just the individual items?” Moralesh sets a hastily scribbled note on the counter. The words, scratched into the surface of a small leather strip with his fingernail, are:Backpack,
Bedroll,
Mess kit
10x rations
Rope
Tinderbox
10x torch
Waterskin
Loyalty Begets Honour