"Thank you. Borders? Oh, you mean Marzen? Bah, Duke Alkus has been quiet for years. Still bitter, mind you, that his father had to bend the knee, but quiet. Not much happens in these parts. Bart has more to worry about with all the travelers through Ibben I think than I do! Since I've befriended both the dwarves and the elves and Marzen is under its bitter rule I have had plenty of time to spend with my family and my horses!" He beams.
Since most of you have now rolled insight and perception several times: Duke Reznik Armitage seems quite truthful and fairly open. You don't suspect he's hiding anything, but kind of get the feeling he's judging you as well. His face is healthy, but weathered, his hands rough and thick. He is incredibly friendly and doesn't appear to have a seat set apart in the longhall, he sits where he pleases among his people. You do notice his eyebrows arch ever so slightly whenever you mention your suspicious 'quarry'.
"What about you, little friend? You've been mighty quiet thus far." He asks Fizzbang.
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"Well, my Lord, it is far better to have them too cautious than too lax. I know from experience what kind of damage lax guarding or subpar men can do."
Don:
If anyone insights Kynortas after this statement they can tell what he said is true and that he is hiding a deep pain.
Kynortas as he finishes this sentence walks over to the guards and starts making conversation with them. Shaking their hand and commending them on doing good work. He gives a couple of tips to the guards about how to fasten their armor so it holds tight but isn't so uncomfortable. He bids them good night and joins back up with the group thinking over the interactions and remembering the faces of the guards trying to figure out how they feel about the Duke.
Insight: 12
Kynortas looks down at the stew offered and back at the Duke, not caring if he is overly cautious. He would not be caught unawares again, not if he could help it. He looks at the Duke, "Your men are to be commended. They seem well trained." He is looking over the Duke and wondering just if there is anything in that stew there shouldn't be.
The guardsmen seem confused by your commendation, not recognizing your military station as a foreigner. They thank you, though, and one of them rolls his eyes at your recommendation, but they do seem unfailingly loyal to the Duke and even smiled at his wave and 'calm down' gesture.
The stew seems perfectly fine; local root vegetables in a bone broth (probably lamb or bovine) and some legumes. The Duke does notice your fleeting thoughts but makes no comment. Just the subtlest of nods in recognition and possibly empathy (he, too, knows war and loss.)
"Thank you, thank you. They mostly guard themselves, I don't need to oversee anyone here. We know our duties and loyalties. I'm sorry for your losses, soldier. I took a different approach after such horrific losses during the border wars and live my life in peace now," the Duke says looking down briefly.
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Fizzbang took stock of the Duke. He seemed the alright sort, a little uptight, but most royals usually were. Still, he seemed earnest enough. And Fizzbang certainly wasn’t one to pass up a free meal, or even the worst of beds.
”We appreciate the hospitality your Lordship, clearly you have a full house here and it’s kind of you to entertain us. We do have pressing business in the area and wouldn’t want to take up too much of your time.” He winked. “Though I’ll gladly eat as much as you’ll give me!”
"Why of course you're welcome, my small friend! There's plenty of stew, may have some jerky left if you're not opposed to some lamb, and I'm glad you find me entertaining!" He winks back.
"If your business is pressing I shall hold you no further, then. You seem to be ready to delve into whatever it is you'd like to do, but I'll fetch the mats and cots before I take my leave. If there's anything at all you should require simply nudge one of the guards my way and I will accommodate!" He smiles, bows his head, and stands up heading back through one of the back doors. Moments later he returns with an armful of small mats and some wooden braces which he quickly sets up as 4 cots with a single blanket each in the front, left corner of the room. "My apologies this isn't a palace, but I hope you sleep just the same." He waves at you all and walks out the front door.
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Kynortas was grateful for the assistance, but spooked that royalty would not only fetch beds himself but also allow travelers to stay with him with fairly little questioning. Either a very trusting fellow or something else was afoot. He voices his concerns quietly to Aracynth and finishes his comments with, "I think it might not be a bad idea to guard ourselves this evening and split watch. Something is bothering me about this place."
Tharin was puzzled. Not one order? These noblemen were nothing like the ones in Ptolemos. They pleaded, they fetched items for strangers, they invited travellers to sleep in their homes... These were not properties of dukes. Tharin was grateful for the mat, but the exchange left him uneasy. Why were his betters treating him this way? He certainly hadn't attained the proper rank yet. He would need to meditate on this over the night.
"I can take last shift. I would like to see the forest in the sunrise. It's been so long since I've been around so many trees."
Aracynth thought on Kynortas' words as he doffed his armor. "I have sensed no evil or ill intent of the Duke thus far," his gaze idly settled on Fizzbang preparing his own cot, "Precautions are never ill advised, though. I'll take the first watch, as I'm likely to be awake for a bit regardless."
Before settling in, Aracynth retrieved his blanket and approached the Gnome. "Fizzbang, I know that we haven't quite seen eye to eye on many matters thus far, but if you could possibly forgive me I would be grateful. I have deeply misjudged you, and I am sorry. If you would like, you may have this blanket for the night. I will not be needing it, and it seems a shame that it should lay unused." The Dragonborn placed the folded blanket on the foot of the Gnome's cot as he bowed his head and turned back to his own bed.
He then placed his longsword within easy reach and settled into a light meditative prayer, asking for guidance and understanding of the strange feelings that had befallen him at the Cloverdown's gate.
As you all rest for the evening the night passes by pleasantly and the sun rises as Tharin watches. The sun, low in the sky over the Giant Hills to the west, crests the first high peak and shines a yellow/pink light onto the high tops of the forest. The green seems to spring to life with a glow and you notice that some of the townsfolk are already up and about, tending to fields and cattle. The guard, also taking shifts, at the door furthest away from you turns from his post by the window and begins to walk over. His weapon left at the opposite door, but his helm on, he bows only the top half of his body without breaking his gaze, then relaxes slightly and looks out the slightly open door onto the road.
"Our town will begin filtering in soon. We feed the farmers first. I don't know that they will mind your presence, but it could be a rude awakening for some to arise with a large room full of people. You are welcome to join us, I'm sure. The Duke seemed happy to assist you. I am Harold, captain of the watch. I've lived here and served the Duke nigh on most my life," he turns to face you and stands at the same height, his stare unflinching and perhaps unhappy. "It's true we don't get many visitors here. Only because they usually have no need to visit Marzen unless they're merchants. Your lot is heavily armed, armored, and suspiciously secret about your quarry. The Duke Oglethorn sent his men here once and they were highly unpleasant. If you seek to sow the same discord know that while Duke Armitage is amiable, his people come first and we will defend them as strongly as we defend him." There isn't any menace in his voice. No threat. Just hard, cold, disciplined loyalty.
With his piece said he waits a moment for a response, never looking away.
Kynortas:
As you rest your dreams are fraught with images of winged horrors flitting about a country road. The smell of the sea is strong, almost as strong as the scent of brimstone. The fiends seem to be waiting... watching... you awaken in the morning when one turns toward you and screeches in its abyssal tongue! The guard is standing in front of Tharin, neither speaking.
Aracynth:
Resting after your watch proved less fruitful than you'd hoped. Though your muscles and health seem replenished your mind is torn and gut churning over a feeling of evil. Fires plague your dreams and you smell brimstone and taste salt on your tongue as you toss on the cot. Somewhere now long distant a screech of abyssal horror wakes you up to see the guard standing by Tharin, neither speaking.
Fizzbang:
Drawing the short straw, as it were, means that your sleep is broken into pieces with the third watch. Grumbling no doubt about some long forgotten deity's odd shaped body parts you crawl back into bed when Tharin taps you. The last part of the night is spent with your mind wheeling through the cosmos; images of burning suns, stars in the great vastness of the night, and Ma'al floating past with his unflinching, emotionless face staring down at you. He stops in front of a burning black sun and his colors shift wildly as he speaks to you: "In the gray the lady waits, loneliness will not abate. Words of unknown origin, come from familiar mouth, assassins wait in the house." Flying directly toward you at high speed you awake before he hits you. Tharin seems to be chatting with one of the guard nearby.
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"Thank you for letting us know. I'll wake the others." Tharin gently jostles Fizzbang awake, and lightly touches Aracynth and Kynortas, suspecting they are already awake.
"We should go for a walk. The forest is beautiful, and I wish for you all to see it."
Aracynth, disturbed by his rapidly fading dreams, bolted upright, grasping his longsword, as his eyes scanned the longhall quickly, looking for the threat. He saw only Tharin standing over him and a guard nearby, and the panic quickly faded from his eyes. "Good Morning," he grunted, breathing deep and willing his heart to slow its beating while he relaxed his grip on the blade in his hand. He rose quickly, and turned to address the guard, "Is there a bathhouse or creek nearby, that I might avail myself of?" He turned away and hastily began gathering his equipment as the guard answered.
"I'll be back within the hour." he mentioned to Tharin, as he followed the guards directions, and refreshed himself for the day. After preparing, and donning his gear, Aracynth found a secluded space in a large stand of trees to the East of the Cloverdown at the edge of the woods, and settled into his morning prayers.
His meditation the night before granted Aracynth, by Bahamut's Divine Grace, understanding of the magics bestowed upon Paladins in the service of their Gods. While he was certainly astonished at his newfound powers, he made a solemn oath to only use them in the defense or benefit of those who would do Good. During his morning prayers, Aracynth readied Bless, Cure Wounds, and Shield of Faith for the day ahead.
Upon finishing, the Dragonborn stood, intoned the name of Bahamut one final time, and started back to towards the longhall, meeting the others on the road to the forest.
Kynortas awakens in a cold sweat. He keeps still, calming his heart and rage until jerked out of his fugue by a light touch from Tharin. He looks up to see the captain of the guard, Harold, whom he spoke to last night. Looking at the group, he sees Aracynth also stirring and then heading off to bathe. Kynortas stands and makes ready to doff his armor and gear.
"Thank you for taking watch, Tharin. It must be nice not needing to sleep. Did anything happen or is there any news?"
"Shouldn't we speak to the Duke about our business here? The leader of a gang is not our only purpose for being here." Kynortas asks. "Even asking a man we don't fully trust can give us some information, whether he knows he has given it or not."
Fizzbang tottered groggily to his feet. That, he decided, was not a restful night.
”We might as well go to the forrest; the Duke didn’t seem like he knew anything more, and you lot grilled him like a wyvern flank steak! I realize we shouldn’t go around blabbing about our quest, but I’m not surprised that the man couldn’t do much to help us considering we gave him nothing to go on.
either we decide to trust the man, and any man who feeds me is trustworthy enough, or we shoulder on.”
"The Duke seems trustworthy and friendly enough now, but when we say we're hunting his son for kidnapping the neighboring Duke's daughter, this might not go as well. Especially since there apparently has been other parties sent after her.
There are only a few buildings in town. We should be able to search them without much problem, though I doubt the marquess would hide in one of them. I think our best bet would be to parley with the wood elves. They keep watch over these woods and would know of any wayward daughters."
As you are discussing your plan of action the Cloverdown folk are milling past you, paying you little heed, but Harold is nearby the door of the Longhall. He ushers people in and out, greeting everyone by name, but seems to be glancing your general direction from time to time.
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Aracynth rejoined his comrades at the edge of the woods, catching the Guard's eye and nodding to him, as they stepped behind the tree line. "What say we proceed then, gentlemen. The resident Captain seems very interested in our goings, and since we've declared our intentions to visit these woods, we ought to make good on that, so as not to show our hand just yet. Tharin, do you have means to contact your local kin?"
"We don't know that there was kidnapping involved. We don't know what that other party was here for. I still think we should speak with the Lord of these lands and apprise him of our business here especially since it involves his family. I am going to find him." Kynortas says to Tharin.
Kynortas walks over to Harold and begins to speak with him.
"Good morning, Harold. I want to thank you and the Duke for the lodgings last night. We are rested and dry now and in a far better place to speak. Might we speak with the Duke?"
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"Thank you. Borders? Oh, you mean Marzen? Bah, Duke Alkus has been quiet for years. Still bitter, mind you, that his father had to bend the knee, but quiet. Not much happens in these parts. Bart has more to worry about with all the travelers through Ibben I think than I do! Since I've befriended both the dwarves and the elves and Marzen is under its bitter rule I have had plenty of time to spend with my family and my horses!" He beams.
Since most of you have now rolled insight and perception several times: Duke Reznik Armitage seems quite truthful and fairly open. You don't suspect he's hiding anything, but kind of get the feeling he's judging you as well. His face is healthy, but weathered, his hands rough and thick. He is incredibly friendly and doesn't appear to have a seat set apart in the longhall, he sits where he pleases among his people. You do notice his eyebrows arch ever so slightly whenever you mention your suspicious 'quarry'.
"What about you, little friend? You've been mighty quiet thus far." He asks Fizzbang.
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"Well, my Lord, it is far better to have them too cautious than too lax. I know from experience what kind of damage lax guarding or subpar men can do."
Don:
If anyone insights Kynortas after this statement they can tell what he said is true and that he is hiding a deep pain.
Kynortas as he finishes this sentence walks over to the guards and starts making conversation with them. Shaking their hand and commending them on doing good work. He gives a couple of tips to the guards about how to fasten their armor so it holds tight but isn't so uncomfortable. He bids them good night and joins back up with the group thinking over the interactions and remembering the faces of the guards trying to figure out how they feel about the Duke.
Insight: 12
Kynortas looks down at the stew offered and back at the Duke, not caring if he is overly cautious. He would not be caught unawares again, not if he could help it. He looks at the Duke, "Your men are to be commended. They seem well trained." He is looking over the Duke and wondering just if there is anything in that stew there shouldn't be.
Insight: 16
Kynortas:
The guardsmen seem confused by your commendation, not recognizing your military station as a foreigner. They thank you, though, and one of them rolls his eyes at your recommendation, but they do seem unfailingly loyal to the Duke and even smiled at his wave and 'calm down' gesture.
The stew seems perfectly fine; local root vegetables in a bone broth (probably lamb or bovine) and some legumes. The Duke does notice your fleeting thoughts but makes no comment. Just the subtlest of nods in recognition and possibly empathy (he, too, knows war and loss.)
"Thank you, thank you. They mostly guard themselves, I don't need to oversee anyone here. We know our duties and loyalties. I'm sorry for your losses, soldier. I took a different approach after such horrific losses during the border wars and live my life in peace now," the Duke says looking down briefly.
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Kynortas sits down and grabs a bowl of stew. It warms him and revitalizes him.
Fizzbang took stock of the Duke. He seemed the alright sort, a little uptight, but most royals usually were. Still, he seemed earnest enough. And Fizzbang certainly wasn’t one to pass up a free meal, or even the worst of beds.
”We appreciate the hospitality your Lordship, clearly you have a full house here and it’s kind of you to entertain us. We do have pressing business in the area and wouldn’t want to take up too much of your time.” He winked. “Though I’ll gladly eat as much as you’ll give me!”
"Why of course you're welcome, my small friend! There's plenty of stew, may have some jerky left if you're not opposed to some lamb, and I'm glad you find me entertaining!" He winks back.
"If your business is pressing I shall hold you no further, then. You seem to be ready to delve into whatever it is you'd like to do, but I'll fetch the mats and cots before I take my leave. If there's anything at all you should require simply nudge one of the guards my way and I will accommodate!" He smiles, bows his head, and stands up heading back through one of the back doors. Moments later he returns with an armful of small mats and some wooden braces which he quickly sets up as 4 cots with a single blanket each in the front, left corner of the room. "My apologies this isn't a palace, but I hope you sleep just the same." He waves at you all and walks out the front door.
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Kynortas was grateful for the assistance, but spooked that royalty would not only fetch beds himself but also allow travelers to stay with him with fairly little questioning. Either a very trusting fellow or something else was afoot. He voices his concerns quietly to Aracynth and finishes his comments with, "I think it might not be a bad idea to guard ourselves this evening and split watch. Something is bothering me about this place."
Tharin was puzzled. Not one order? These noblemen were nothing like the ones in Ptolemos. They pleaded, they fetched items for strangers, they invited travellers to sleep in their homes... These were not properties of dukes. Tharin was grateful for the mat, but the exchange left him uneasy. Why were his betters treating him this way? He certainly hadn't attained the proper rank yet. He would need to meditate on this over the night.
"I can take last shift. I would like to see the forest in the sunrise. It's been so long since I've been around so many trees."
Aracynth thought on Kynortas' words as he doffed his armor. "I have sensed no evil or ill intent of the Duke thus far," his gaze idly settled on Fizzbang preparing his own cot, "Precautions are never ill advised, though. I'll take the first watch, as I'm likely to be awake for a bit regardless."
Before settling in, Aracynth retrieved his blanket and approached the Gnome. "Fizzbang, I know that we haven't quite seen eye to eye on many matters thus far, but if you could possibly forgive me I would be grateful. I have deeply misjudged you, and I am sorry. If you would like, you may have this blanket for the night. I will not be needing it, and it seems a shame that it should lay unused." The Dragonborn placed the folded blanket on the foot of the Gnome's cot as he bowed his head and turned back to his own bed.
He then placed his longsword within easy reach and settled into a light meditative prayer, asking for guidance and understanding of the strange feelings that had befallen him at the Cloverdown's gate.
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Aracynth - Level 2 Dragonborn Paladin - Wins : 4 - Journey Unto Chaos
Kyros - Level 1 Dragonborn Fighter - Wins : 9 - Unconscious : 1 - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
As you all rest for the evening the night passes by pleasantly and the sun rises as Tharin watches. The sun, low in the sky over the Giant Hills to the west, crests the first high peak and shines a yellow/pink light onto the high tops of the forest. The green seems to spring to life with a glow and you notice that some of the townsfolk are already up and about, tending to fields and cattle. The guard, also taking shifts, at the door furthest away from you turns from his post by the window and begins to walk over. His weapon left at the opposite door, but his helm on, he bows only the top half of his body without breaking his gaze, then relaxes slightly and looks out the slightly open door onto the road.
"Our town will begin filtering in soon. We feed the farmers first. I don't know that they will mind your presence, but it could be a rude awakening for some to arise with a large room full of people. You are welcome to join us, I'm sure. The Duke seemed happy to assist you. I am Harold, captain of the watch. I've lived here and served the Duke nigh on most my life," he turns to face you and stands at the same height, his stare unflinching and perhaps unhappy. "It's true we don't get many visitors here. Only because they usually have no need to visit Marzen unless they're merchants. Your lot is heavily armed, armored, and suspiciously secret about your quarry. The Duke Oglethorn sent his men here once and they were highly unpleasant. If you seek to sow the same discord know that while Duke Armitage is amiable, his people come first and we will defend them as strongly as we defend him." There isn't any menace in his voice. No threat. Just hard, cold, disciplined loyalty.
With his piece said he waits a moment for a response, never looking away.
Kynortas:
As you rest your dreams are fraught with images of winged horrors flitting about a country road. The smell of the sea is strong, almost as strong as the scent of brimstone. The fiends seem to be waiting... watching... you awaken in the morning when one turns toward you and screeches in its abyssal tongue! The guard is standing in front of Tharin, neither speaking.
Aracynth:
Resting after your watch proved less fruitful than you'd hoped. Though your muscles and health seem replenished your mind is torn and gut churning over a feeling of evil. Fires plague your dreams and you smell brimstone and taste salt on your tongue as you toss on the cot. Somewhere now long distant a screech of abyssal horror wakes you up to see the guard standing by Tharin, neither speaking.
Fizzbang:
Drawing the short straw, as it were, means that your sleep is broken into pieces with the third watch. Grumbling no doubt about some long forgotten deity's odd shaped body parts you crawl back into bed when Tharin taps you. The last part of the night is spent with your mind wheeling through the cosmos; images of burning suns, stars in the great vastness of the night, and Ma'al floating past with his unflinching, emotionless face staring down at you. He stops in front of a burning black sun and his colors shift wildly as he speaks to you: "In the gray the lady waits, loneliness will not abate. Words of unknown origin, come from familiar mouth, assassins wait in the house." Flying directly toward you at high speed you awake before he hits you. Tharin seems to be chatting with one of the guard nearby.
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"Thank you for letting us know. I'll wake the others." Tharin gently jostles Fizzbang awake, and lightly touches Aracynth and Kynortas, suspecting they are already awake.
"We should go for a walk. The forest is beautiful, and I wish for you all to see it."
Aracynth, disturbed by his rapidly fading dreams, bolted upright, grasping his longsword, as his eyes scanned the longhall quickly, looking for the threat. He saw only Tharin standing over him and a guard nearby, and the panic quickly faded from his eyes. "Good Morning," he grunted, breathing deep and willing his heart to slow its beating while he relaxed his grip on the blade in his hand. He rose quickly, and turned to address the guard, "Is there a bathhouse or creek nearby, that I might avail myself of?" He turned away and hastily began gathering his equipment as the guard answered.
"I'll be back within the hour." he mentioned to Tharin, as he followed the guards directions, and refreshed himself for the day. After preparing, and donning his gear, Aracynth found a secluded space in a large stand of trees to the East of the Cloverdown at the edge of the woods, and settled into his morning prayers.
His meditation the night before granted Aracynth, by Bahamut's Divine Grace, understanding of the magics bestowed upon Paladins in the service of their Gods. While he was certainly astonished at his newfound powers, he made a solemn oath to only use them in the defense or benefit of those who would do Good. During his morning prayers, Aracynth readied Bless, Cure Wounds, and Shield of Faith for the day ahead.
Upon finishing, the Dragonborn stood, intoned the name of Bahamut one final time, and started back to towards the longhall, meeting the others on the road to the forest.
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Aracynth - Level 2 Dragonborn Paladin - Wins : 4 - Journey Unto Chaos
Kyros - Level 1 Dragonborn Fighter - Wins : 9 - Unconscious : 1 - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
Kynortas awakens in a cold sweat. He keeps still, calming his heart and rage until jerked out of his fugue by a light touch from Tharin. He looks up to see the captain of the guard, Harold, whom he spoke to last night. Looking at the group, he sees Aracynth also stirring and then heading off to bathe. Kynortas stands and makes ready to doff his armor and gear.
"Thank you for taking watch, Tharin. It must be nice not needing to sleep. Did anything happen or is there any news?"
"No news. The guards did their duty and watched over us all night. My meditation was restorative. You all seem to mutter in your sleep, though."
Tharin walks out of the longhouse into the bright green morning and motions to the forest.
"Come, friends. The forest awaits us."
"Shouldn't we speak to the Duke about our business here? The leader of a gang is not our only purpose for being here." Kynortas asks. "Even asking a man we don't fully trust can give us some information, whether he knows he has given it or not."
Fizzbang tottered groggily to his feet. That, he decided, was not a restful night.
”We might as well go to the forrest; the Duke didn’t seem like he knew anything more, and you lot grilled him like a wyvern flank steak! I realize we shouldn’t go around blabbing about our quest, but I’m not surprised that the man couldn’t do much to help us considering we gave him nothing to go on.
either we decide to trust the man, and any man who feeds me is trustworthy enough, or we shoulder on.”
"The Duke seems trustworthy and friendly enough now, but when we say we're hunting his son for kidnapping the neighboring Duke's daughter, this might not go as well. Especially since there apparently has been other parties sent after her.
There are only a few buildings in town. We should be able to search them without much problem, though I doubt the marquess would hide in one of them. I think our best bet would be to parley with the wood elves. They keep watch over these woods and would know of any wayward daughters."
As you are discussing your plan of action the Cloverdown folk are milling past you, paying you little heed, but Harold is nearby the door of the Longhall. He ushers people in and out, greeting everyone by name, but seems to be glancing your general direction from time to time.
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Aracynth rejoined his comrades at the edge of the woods, catching the Guard's eye and nodding to him, as they stepped behind the tree line. "What say we proceed then, gentlemen. The resident Captain seems very interested in our goings, and since we've declared our intentions to visit these woods, we ought to make good on that, so as not to show our hand just yet. Tharin, do you have means to contact your local kin?"
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Aracynth - Level 2 Dragonborn Paladin - Wins : 4 - Journey Unto Chaos
Kyros - Level 1 Dragonborn Fighter - Wins : 9 - Unconscious : 1 - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
"We don't know that there was kidnapping involved. We don't know what that other party was here for. I still think we should speak with the Lord of these lands and apprise him of our business here especially since it involves his family. I am going to find him." Kynortas says to Tharin.
Kynortas walks over to Harold and begins to speak with him.
"Good morning, Harold. I want to thank you and the Duke for the lodgings last night. We are rested and dry now and in a far better place to speak. Might we speak with the Duke?"