"It's fine for me as long as we know where to look. We just need to prepare in case travelling takes more than a day or two."

Detective Krimple readies himself to sleep.

"Until the morning. We should make preparations as the Detective mentioned before setting out."

In the morning, Tadriel now bears a pair of short, curved swords and a bandolier of weighted spikes across his waist and chest. Short of a travelling pack, he looks ready for days or weeks on the road.

 "I'll see you guys for a bit. I need to buy a few things before we go. If we need to rent a wagon for our destination, I'll pay for my share after I get back."

Detective Krimpledimple walks around the town to buy a bottle of ink that he spalshed yesterday, a few rations and waterskins. He'll also look for any books that tells the history about Runewarren.

Darak has all the equipment that he feels he needs so goes downstairs and tucks into a hearty breakfast whilst he waits for the rest to get everything they think they will need.

     The sounds of birds chirping and the light seeping in through the cracks of the window awaken the party. You feel well-rested for once, not having to worry about an ambush or assassination attempt. You can only imagine what your lives will be like down the road, but for now it's pretty easy going.

     Lead by the wafting smell of fresh baked food, Darak is drawn to the bottom floor of the Tavern and has a well deserved breakfast. Krimple heads out to purchase some supplies and picks up a book of lore surrounding Runewarren from The *****'s Lodge. It contains names of towns, where they are located and a map to go along with it. The book also seems fairly dated, as it lists an array of Guilds throughout the area but the Celin Trading Company is listed as 'up and coming.' Using his deductive skills, Krimple judges by the map drawn in to the book, the region Blackmoore is in doesn't have much land towards the Northwest other than the forest, and that it would take until mid day to get to the other end of the area on foot.

The deep gnome hums inside The *****'s Lodge while heading to a book keeper, and he begins to ask as he reach his destination.

"I would like to buy this book please. If you have a newer edition, the better."

Detective Krimpledimple stands on his toes as he hands the book he just read. He thinks to himself that local knowledge about Runewarren would help him in the long run so he's willing to spend at least 20 gold pieces.

     The elderly Gnomish woman smiles at the detective, laughing lightly at the situation of two Gnomes attempting to barter of a tall wooden sales desk. She scans over a bit of parchment gracefully, letting out a small shout,

"A-ha! You're in luck, lovely. We do have something a little more... Up to date."

     She grins, wrinkles of skin hiding her eyes fully. She hops down from a small wooden stool, and walks Krimple along the aisles and takes out a dusty tome. It's a thick, brown leather tome with a minimalistic 'M' emblazoned on the cover. Inside the first page 'Runewarren' is printed in a black ink, along with a small symbol that looks like two tips of tridents stacked upon one another. The elder Gnome guides Krimple back to the counter and sets the book down in front of them.

"This actually has a misprint here and there, if I recall correctly. Shouldn't get too in the way, I presume. Because of this defect, I'll sell it to you for half price. How does fourteen gold pieces sound? Hmm?"

"If you have a complete list of corrections for the misprints, I'll take it. Otherwise, I'll take an older yet more accurate edition of the book as I don't want to be misinformed."

Detective Krimpledimple places the 14 gold pieces he had while waiting for the elderly gnome's reply.

Flaysteir waits for others in the hall of the tavern continuing to read the book about artifacts while others complete their routine.

     The book keeper at The *****'s Lodge slides the gold over the table towards her.

"From what I can remember, the misprint is nothing more than an extra bit of space between the spelling of rune and warren. I'm confident you'll be able to get by with this error."

     She smiles.

"Perhaps 'Runewarren' was called different back in the day. This really sparks my curiousity in reading this."

Detective Krimple puts the book on his backpack.

"I must get going, thank you book keeper for selling this to me. May I return back here to buy more books."

The gnome runs back to the inn to meet up with his group and prepares himself to their journey towards the treasure.

Darak drums his fingers impatiently on the table. 

"We could get going now while the light is good, rather than stumble around the forest in the dark."

"We can just leave a note to where we're going to. There is only one forest near here and time is of the essence."

Detective Krimpledimple nudges his backpack.

"Shall we go then Darak?"

"I shall go with you if you decide to go without Tadriel.", he puts his book back into his bag and prepares his scimitars and crossbow.

"Good - we are all here, shall we leave?"

Darak rises, shoulders his pack and heads for the door. 

"I am ready to leave at any time", Flaysteir awaits at the table.

     You grab your belongings and proceed out of The Iron Bull. There is a bit of fog over the roads, the mist proceeds out of the gates and into the woods where it grows in size. A morning dew lays over any bits of grass and tiny bits of dirt, dissipating under the weight of your footsteps on your way toward the North gate. As you pass under the large wooden frame and make your way towards the wooded area to the Northwest , a guardsman shouts down from the ramparts.

"Oi! You all going with Marek? Never seen this many go lookin' for the cache at once."

As the group moves ahead, Detective Krimple stops for a while and asks the guardsman shouting from the ramparts.

"Is Marek not a suitable place to take a leisurely stroll on this nice morning?"