Keashirryl nods hearing Cassius' words, while starting to look through the bodies, searching for anything of value. "We met him, too. The mayor. Didn't impress us either."

"Any ideas as to what to do with the bodies? It would be a hazard to leave them here - though the locals don't seem to mind. Thought of the well, but it would not be particularly respectful. Besides, I don't wish to poison the whole town."

She waits for the introductions - if there are any - , leaning on a nearby fence.

Cassius is a half orc that is a little bit past his prime, standing shorter then most of his kind with a height closer to a full human. His black hair is speckled with a bit of grey with a few spots bald due to a jagged scar that runs across the right side of his head. Otherwise he has several scars across most parts of his body with others more then likely covered by his simple clothing. The only things of note he carries are his staff that looks to have been formerly the handle of a farming tool, and a crudely made necklace.

"Find a spot and burn them I would say. Doubt the folks around here want them buried with their families."

Droknin is a leonin with white fur standing a little over seven feet tall. He holds a double-bladed scimitar that he carries everywhere he goes.

He inspects Slobomir's body for any useful info. Then he brings it closer to the other bodies, and drops it on the floor like a sack of potatoes. "It would have been nice to keep this one alive, but beggars can't be choosers." He looks to the newcomers. "We thank you for your timely intervention. Of course, we had everything under control, mind you." He gives a paw to Cassius to shake his hand. "Name is Droknin."

Investigation: 0

(LOL. ZERO!!!!!)

As Droknin bends down to pick up the body, a wiry arm reaches out and touches his arm gently. As the cat-man looks up from the body, he finds an older lanky elf with a shaved head, wiry in build, his arms and hands a bit knobby and gnarled, almost as if carved from wood. The elf nods before bending down to extract the arrow from the corpse, wiping it on the Redbrand's pantleg before returning it to his quiver. In his other hand is a longbow carved with vine and thorn patterns down its length.

"Bout time someone did something about this lot. You stopping there, or you rooting out the whole thicket?", he asks in a gruff voice.

"Cassius Kemp but most around her call me by Kemp." The half orc said as he shook the offered hand with his own calloused covered one, turning to look towards the the others. "If you all want to deal with them I am not against helping deal with the problem. They've interrupted my peaceful life for to long."

Droknin, you puzzle over the corpse of Slobomir.  Maybe its the adrenalin wearing off... maybe its the blood loss you have suffered... but looking over the arrow wounds, you cannot help but draw a dark conclusion:  this wasn't suicide.  Slobomir was murdered.

The rest of you are able to pick through the belongings of the Redbrands.  You find the following useful items:

• 1 set of studded leather armor
• 1 set of scale mail armor
• 1 longsword
• 1 shield
• 5 daggers
• 3 light crossbows
• 12 crossbow bolts
• 21gp; 22sp

You also find two parchments.  One is a wanted poster:

The other is a note in the possessions of the Redbrand Sergeant.

Make sure the men know not to harass Halia at the Phandalin Miner's Exchange.  She has 'black' friends and that is not the kind of trouble we need right now.  This comes direct from Glasstaff.  Just keep out of that woman's business and with luck she will keep her nose out of ours.  So no taxing... no intimidation... no theft.  Don't even look at her sideways.  That's an order.

"It seems to me that we will have to deal with them; the sooner the better" she lifts up the wanted poster so that the others can see, making a slight grimace.

As she stands there holding the picture, you can see that an approximately human-sized tiefling somewhere in her adult years. The purplish hue of her skin is complimented with the grey of her armour that has clearly seen better days.

Meeting the elf for the first time, she picks up on the bow, and quickly puts the puzzle pieces together. But saying thank you would be awfully hard, let alone in front of all these people. Besides, it could have killed me, she tries to convince herself. There is nothing to be grateful for, really. It was just a fortunate accident.

In the end, she sighs silently, and scrapes together the words of the foreign language before saying quietly in Elvish: "I do not know what your intention was when shooting that man, but you saved me a lot of trouble, and  I'm grateful for that."

[If I calculate correctly, that means 4 gp, 7 sp and 2 copper per person, changing the bigger currencies, but I might be mistaken.

Also, the immersion that poster adds to the game is really appreciated. :) ] 

Garrin nods at Kemp. "That'll do for an introduction, I suppose."

The shaved elf cocks an eyebrow, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes showing that he's of fairly advanced years for one of his kind. He responds to the tiefling in elvish.

"My intent was exactly that. To shoot that man. Didn't seem a warning shot was called for."

He'll move to the body and extract his arrow, as well as any others that are about.

((DM, how do you want me to do recovering arrows? Recover half seems standard practice, or I could roll?))

As Droknin bends down to pick up Slobomir's body, the stranger that shot the arrow to his back reveals himself. He sees the weathered elf from the corner of his eyes. "I would have liked to keep this one alive, but I do thank you for your intervention." He then says to both Cassius and the Elf. "Well. To tell you the truth, I am here really for the Dragon, but it seems that everyone here are more concerned with these Redbrands. So, I supposed, I am here to deal with these troublemakers."

He then inspects the notes he found. "Wow, this is just not right!!!" Exclaims the Leonin with wide eyes. He shows the wanted poster to everyone indignantly. "Don't get me wrong, whomever drew this did get the body part right, but look at the face!! I am not evil, I tell you!!"

(LOL. I showed the wanted poster drawing to my daughter and we were both cracking up. I really loved it!!)

T'laren, you are able to recover two of your three arrows.  The first arrow to strike Slobomir shattered his right scapula, but broke the arrow in the process.  [We will cover spent ammunition on a case by case basis.]

The elf tsks as he recovers the two intact arrows and the broken pieces of the third.

((He's a woodworker, and made his own bow and arrows. Don't need to sort out crafting rules, unless you want to, him collecting the tip and fletching of the broken arrow for reusing can just be for flavor.))

"I noticed that your little Kobold friend ran off during the fight. Strange to see one of them this far out of the cities or underground." Cassius says as he raises a brow at the picture but keeps his amusement at how bad it is to himself.

It is only mid-afternoon, yet already the party has already faced a Manticore and a squad of Brigands today.  Some of you are wounded while others are still fresh, and you have an unconscious prisoner to deal with.

None of the Redbrands escaped, so unless word of mouth travels through the village, the rest should be unaware you have dispatched this part of their forces.

What would you like to do next?

"Those in the homes nearby know what was done here, but aren't likely to speak unless they feel they must, or are put to the question. But bodies and blood will bring questions."

T'laren will begin scuffing dirt over spilled blood and otherwise assist in obscuring the fight.

Garrin looks around. "I think... The bodies are untidy. We should tidy up."

Seeing that his question was unanswered, Cassius shrugs and moves to drag the redbrand off towards the house of the mayor, banging hard on the door. "Open up got something we need to talk about." 

Intimidation if needed: 9

"I have an idea! What about we feed the dead to the dragon?" Says Droknin, however one is not sure if he's seriously meaning it, or he is just saying as a jest. He goes to wake the unconscious one. "Hey you!! This is no time to be sleeping on the job!! You better make yourself lively, or we are going to feed you to the dragon!!" He grins and winks to the others.

Garrin and T'laren drag the bodies out of the middle of the street.  The angry old woman stops beating the corpse long enough to help.  She offers to alert the local shrine of Tymora about the bodies and says the cleric will come collect the swine.

Droknin slaps the unconscious Redbrand, who groans but looks like he needs some more time before he is capable of waking up.

When you reach the Townmaster's house and pound on the door, the sniveling man Keashirryl and Droknin met earlier opens the door.   He looks as though he is about to shout at you to go away, until he sees the unconscious redbrand fighter with you.  He goes pale... "Oh... oh what have you done...?"

Behind him, Sildar Hallwinter approaches.  "Ah.  You've been busy I see."  He leans out the door and looks up and down the street.  "Well, best get him inside before someone sees."

 Nodding he carries the Redbrand inside and dumps them on the floor, turning towards the two men. Cassius crosses his arms as he looks at Harbin with obvious contempt. "They started a fight in the street and I happened to find myself involved."