“Nay good sheriff, it is not too far, at least not for the likes of us. Please give us all the information you can on how to get to these locations and we will investigate. We have a bone to pick with Craddick the Coward. And bugbears make good dance partners. I cannot speak for my compatriots, but I grow restless and would like to set out soon.”
From across the room, you hear a derisive snort from Sapos Poggleteggle. He has been making snide remarks about Erbert whenever you see him at Jotrun's. "Maybe the bugbears will need someone to clean their privy's," he jibes. "Erbert may have finally found his calling."
Hoid gets up, walks over to stand uncomfortably close to Sapos and says, “Good sir, you are clearly diminutive of stature, but your base insults suggest you are also diminutive of wit. Is there something we can do to aid you, or would you prefer to just bugger off?”
Kragen, looks to Galban and nods "Thank you Sheriff, i think this gives us a good place to start our investigation and see if we can bring The Coward to justice!","The Barder Ranch may be the best place to start as there has been the most recent attack.", look of consternation on his face. "The fiend, Olea, continued to reference we assume is a Drow Elf named <The Spider>, have you any knowledge of this individual and their whereabouts?"
Hoid to Sapos, “Polliwog, I see your bravery ends at your tongue. Out of respect for Galban, I will leave this. For now. But hold your tongue in my presence.”
Hoid returns to the table, and quietly, but for all to hear at the table, “Erbert, explain your grievance with Sapos or my travel with this group stops here.”
Erbert looks up to Hoid and smiles, taking a drink. “That snively **** was another apprentice of my Maester, Gilo Greentag. Always trying to one-up me. Always trying to sabotage me. Finally, after taking it for a while and trying to reason with the turd, I started to fight back. Not using fisticuffs mind you, but fight back magically. I think ole Gilo found out about it and it rather tickled him, started to show some of my other, *ahem* abilities, so he started to share more and more with me. Until finally I was getting bored and needed to go out into the world to actually do magic, instead of just reading about it and practicing it. The day I left, I'll never forget it. I left an illusion of a pie on a table and ole grubby hands Sapos had to go for it of course. What he didn't know was that it was an illusion of a pie and right beneath it was a wet bag of horse shit. I hid the smell with an illusion too. So when he came running out with horse shit on his hands as I ran out the door, I knew I had taken my illusions to the next level. Hah! Believe me, that was nothing like the daily torment that he put me under as the “apprentice with seniority”. Hah!” Erbert takes a big drink and muses, playing the memory over in his mind.
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Magnar and Cleggor enter Jotrun's along with Bran as you are talking with Galban. They wave and come over to see you. Cleggor has recovered over these past few weeks and is back to more of his normal self. Magnar is smiling and happy. Bran also seems to have relaxed himself a bit and has a smile upon seeing all of you. "Well, met friends," Cleggor greets you. "Do you have another mug for my brother, Bran and me?"
Galvan slides over to make space for the brothers and Bran. They join in enjoying what Jotrun offers tonight. Iolo the bard sings. The night is fun for all. Except for Sapos. He scowls for a while then leaves.
checking at the livery the next day yields unfortunate news. There are no ponies available to purchase at this time.
During your night at Jotrun's, Bronk seems to be acting strange. Already taking into account he is a goblin, still unusual for him. After looking to Galban and him nodding, Bronk begins in broken Common, "Bronk will stay here. Train with...," he struggles over what to say next. Galvan quietly adds, "Sheriff." Bronk nods, "Sheriff. Train scouts. Teach what Bronk know."
The next morning you set out, on foot. Bronk sees you off. You can tell he is conflicted about not traveling with you. "Find your enemy," is all he says. The bridge across the river takes you to the western shore of the Bright River. There is not a formal road leading north. There is a worn path of wagon tracks though. Galban tells you the Barder Ranch is just about a full day's trek to reach. It is one of the outermost farms. He suggests to tell Ullur Barder that "Galban sent us to check up on you." Then duck because he will likely throw something at you. But, he will be assured you are from Shalecliff. "They raise cattle, sheep and horses there. Pasture them in the valley leading into the mountains. Their homestead is built like a stronghold up the slope from the rivulet running through the valley to feed the Bright," he continues. "Check in with them to see what has come to pass in the area and get your bearings on this Craddock. They will be happy to put you up for a night. One. Move on then next day."
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“Nay good sheriff, it is not too far, at least not for the likes of us. Please give us all the information you can on how to get to these locations and we will investigate. We have a bone to pick with Craddick the Coward. And bugbears make good dance partners. I cannot speak for my compatriots, but I grow restless and would like to set out soon.”
Chadwick pounds on the table with his flagon a couple of times in agreement with Hoid.
"Tyr has blessed me with a few new abilities I'm itching to use to bring the cowardly Dick to justice!"
From across the room, you hear a derisive snort from Sapos Poggleteggle. He has been making snide remarks about Erbert whenever you see him at Jotrun's. "Maybe the bugbears will need someone to clean their privy's," he jibes. "Erbert may have finally found his calling."
Hoid gets up, walks over to stand uncomfortably close to Sapos and says, “Good sir, you are clearly diminutive of stature, but your base insults suggest you are also diminutive of wit. Is there something we can do to aid you, or would you prefer to just bugger off?”
Sapos gives Hoid a slow look up and down, "I am a Poggleteggle, peasant. Begone."
“Polliwog you say? You mean like a tadpole? Doesn’t seem high and mighty to me. Seems rather slimy and lowly.”
Galban calls over to Hoid, “Leave the boy be, Hoid. We men have plans to discuss.”
Kragen, looks to Galban and nods "Thank you Sheriff, i think this gives us a good place to start our investigation and see if we can bring The Coward to justice!","The Barder Ranch may be the best place to start as there has been the most recent attack.", look of consternation on his face. "The fiend, Olea, continued to reference we assume is a Drow Elf named <The Spider>, have you any knowledge of this individual and their whereabouts?"
Pausing to hear his response.
He looks to Kragen, “No, that name is unfamiliar. But, I did get word from Mirabar. Olea and Tholin were hanged after a trial.”
Hoid to Sapos, “Polliwog, I see your bravery ends at your tongue. Out of respect for Galban, I will leave this. For now. But hold your tongue in my presence.”
Hoid returns to the table, and quietly, but for all to hear at the table, “Erbert, explain your grievance with Sapos or my travel with this group stops here.”
Erbert looks up to Hoid and smiles, taking a drink. “That snively **** was another apprentice of my Maester, Gilo Greentag. Always trying to one-up me. Always trying to sabotage me. Finally, after taking it for a while and trying to reason with the turd, I started to fight back. Not using fisticuffs mind you, but fight back magically. I think ole Gilo found out about it and it rather tickled him, started to show some of my other, *ahem* abilities, so he started to share more and more with me. Until finally I was getting bored and needed to go out into the world to actually do magic, instead of just reading about it and practicing it. The day I left, I'll never forget it. I left an illusion of a pie on a table and ole grubby hands Sapos had to go for it of course. What he didn't know was that it was an illusion of a pie and right beneath it was a wet bag of horse shit. I hid the smell with an illusion too. So when he came running out with horse shit on his hands as I ran out the door, I knew I had taken my illusions to the next level. Hah! Believe me, that was nothing like the daily torment that he put me under as the “apprentice with seniority”. Hah!” Erbert takes a big drink and muses, playing the memory over in his mind.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Magnar and Cleggor enter Jotrun's along with Bran as you are talking with Galban. They wave and come over to see you. Cleggor has recovered over these past few weeks and is back to more of his normal self. Magnar is smiling and happy. Bran also seems to have relaxed himself a bit and has a smile upon seeing all of you. "Well, met friends," Cleggor greets you. "Do you have another mug for my brother, Bran and me?"
“Gentlemen, have a seat. We will get fresh mugs all around.”
Galvan slides over to make space for the brothers and Bran. They join in enjoying what Jotrun offers tonight. Iolo the bard sings. The night is fun for all. Except for Sapos. He scowls for a while then leaves.
checking at the livery the next day yields unfortunate news. There are no ponies available to purchase at this time.
Mastiffs?
Yerrid at the livery looks at you with a funny look, "We deal with horses, oxen, mules and donkeys for the most part. Not dogs."
During your night at Jotrun's, Bronk seems to be acting strange. Already taking into account he is a goblin, still unusual for him. After looking to Galban and him nodding, Bronk begins in broken Common, "Bronk will stay here. Train with...," he struggles over what to say next. Galvan quietly adds, "Sheriff." Bronk nods, "Sheriff. Train scouts. Teach what Bronk know."
'Bronk I have enjoyed traveling and fighting beside you. I'm sorry to see you go, but wish you the best on your future endeavors."
Chadwick then shakes his hand and claps him on the back.
The next morning you set out, on foot. Bronk sees you off. You can tell he is conflicted about not traveling with you. "Find your enemy," is all he says. The bridge across the river takes you to the western shore of the Bright River. There is not a formal road leading north. There is a worn path of wagon tracks though. Galban tells you the Barder Ranch is just about a full day's trek to reach. It is one of the outermost farms. He suggests to tell Ullur Barder that "Galban sent us to check up on you." Then duck because he will likely throw something at you. But, he will be assured you are from Shalecliff. "They raise cattle, sheep and horses there. Pasture them in the valley leading into the mountains. Their homestead is built like a stronghold up the slope from the rivulet running through the valley to feed the Bright," he continues. "Check in with them to see what has come to pass in the area and get your bearings on this Craddock. They will be happy to put you up for a night. One. Move on then next day."