This will be VERY useful to you. Its a map of Shadowglass. I removed hidden and minor location that you don't yet know of. Adenguard is red to make it easy to spot. I'll edit the map into post 1 to make it easy to find as well.

Cunning tucks his new axes in his belt, shoulders his maul and bows to the king. "I'm ready, let us begin"

Ah Yes, Elias had been...sleeping...most of the Time and finally wakes up when everything starts to happen. He looks at Cunning as he bows and immediately bows as well. As am I sir.

Thrudor continues to sit and finish his breakfast whilst sipping his tea "Oh leaving so quickly..." He says to no one in particular "It is a good thing I have peppermint....Your excellency, per chance does your kitchen have peppermint to spare or perhaps some milk thistle?"  He slowly gets up out of his seat and begins to gather his things

"Waiting on a couple more, then. You must be Elias."

(Do you understand what happened before? Summary: All went to dinner, spoke about rumors, kobold noble insulted the party and got attacked with the Shatter spell. In the morning, the party spoke with the assistant kobolds, and they have been hired to defeat and Ogre. They main quest is to got to Cynthesia, where a journal will be delivered to their king.

See the map. You are in Adenguardm headed towards Cynthesia.)

(Me? Yes)

(I was talking to djrowee)

(Yes, I re-read what I missed.)

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(I was talking to djrowee)

(Assuming Anasfyra is ready as well) The soldier leads you outside. ". I'll walk with you to the gates and show you what direction to go." He walks through the lively city, many people watching the party, wondering who they are. "Are you being arrested?" An old man asks, and the soldier laughs at this comment. "These are the king's adventurers, here to stop the winter." A crowd gathers, trying to get a good look at the party. It seems Adenguard has been waiting a while to meet this group. The crowd makes it a little difficult to walk.

Jakus transformed into “Jak” before he got out of the castle, turning back into the form he met the group for the first time in. He hunches with his walk so he looks older than he is, but he still looks out into the crowd. “Do you ever notice them?” He asks softly to whoever is next to him. “The ones at the edge. The fringe of the crowd, the outcasts. Those who people look past and forget. Don’t they deserve to be remembered?”

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“Do you ever notice them? The ones at the edge. The fringe of the crowd, the outcasts. Those who people look past and forget. Don’t they deserve to be remembered?”

Titus scoffed before he could catch himself. Normally he wasn't so openly dismissive of what he considered "the airy musings of the upper classes," but for the moment he couldn't help his reaction.

"No," he answered flatly, before he cleared his throat and regained his composure.

"For almost everyone alive," he stated, "if we got what we truly deserved, we wouldn't be around to worry about such things. If someone wants to be remembered, then they should do something worth remembering."

The marine was then silent for a few seconds as they walked, eyes distant as if dredging up a memory, before adding under his breath, "and if they have any sense, they'll make it something positive, rather than just seeking notoriety and bringing more pain into the world."

"Some people are trapped in their pains." The guard says, looking at an Old Woman by a fruit market. "It's hard for some people to do something like that without the status. Most of us only live on through stories passed down, and those won't last forever. Only the best make it into the history books." The Old Woman looks over the fruit, admiring an apple with sad eyes. she leaves without buying anything.

Thrudor puts a hand on the now much older looking companion’s shoulder “It’s not the things you’ve done in life or the things you deserve but instead how you’re remembered by those closest to you once you’re dead and food for nature. When I pass, I hope I’m remembered by all those I’ve done little deeds for, my friends, and family….Remembered in history books won’t mean anything but the memories made with the people I’ve helped…now that’s a life worth living yes?”

Jakus sighs. “It’s not my life that I’m concerned about, that’s been assured since I was born,” he mumbles.

The guard looks at you. "Hm."

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A crowd gathers, trying to get a good look at the party. It seems Adenguard has been waiting a while to meet this group. The crowd makes it a little difficult to walk.

 The Eladrin noble took to the crowd’s gathering like a fish to water, waving demurely to some, greeting others, and gracing the youngest with pats on the head.  All the while, she wore a comfortable smile, well at ease in the current situation.  

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….Remembered in history books won’t mean anything but the memories made with the people I’ve helped…now that’s a life worth living yes?”

 “Hm, yes.  The most sought after memories are those made by the average person.  The ones that have emotions, especially powerful emotions, attached to them.   A well-embellished tale from some dusty old tome very rarely holds much value in the Feywilds.”  As they maneuver through the crowd, Anasfyra recasts Disguise Self, changing her appearance to an older, middle-aged human woman with a battered shawl and drab clothing, coming in a hair over 5 feet.  

(Sorry for the slow reply.  Lots popped up IRL today)

(Yeah, you're fine. Things pop up.)

"I haven't heard this deep a discussion in a while. Well, those are the city gates." The party approaches a large wall. A large door is opened, revealing another large wall 100 feet on the other side. That door is opened as well. "Head straight in that direction. when you hit the forest, go north. Or just look around, and you can probably find the city."

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"Head straight in that direction. when you hit the forest, go north. Or just look around, and you can probably find the city."

Still seemingly lost in thought, Titus simply nodded his thanks to the guard as he looked out past the door. He then took a deep breath, and possibly relaxed (it was hard to tell!) as he let out the air, apparently exhaling a wisp of the past in the process.

The marine slipped into his comfortable, familiar role and paced himself in front of the spellcasters as the party headed out, glancing once to note where the barbarian and rogue had positioned themselves. "Straight in that direction," he muttered, almost as if he were fixing the directions as an order in his mind, as he settled into a monotonous, steady pace.

Cunning moves off to the left flank of the group keeping an eye on the terrain for surprises. After a few minutes he turns to the group "I shall try to restrain myself from moving too fast. If anybody starts to feel that they need a slower pace please speak up." he smiles at Titus "I suspect that won't be you."

Elias is behind everyone, Far to swalloed up in the crown to see his Party members leaving. Yes he catches up, but he's behind everyone. Seeming quite angered about being "Behind"