When the gnome ducks into the supply tent, the others are already there. "Marvelous." He doesn't skip a beat. He would readily admit, he'd taken the long route. All the better to get a good view of their situation. Almost immediately, he rummages past the others, searching for his supply satchel. "It would appear... we have... a bit of... decision making... to commit to." Gems and clothes, leather and shoes, Amadeus sifts through the stolen plunder, his mind focused keenly on his own quarry.
As he looks, he recounts what he witnessed from the shadows: the landscape around the camp, the mysterious caverns, the gaudy tent set apart from the others, and the sheer size of the faction. "We appear to face a chokepoint, enough that the longer we might linger, the lesser our chances of escaping proper becomes. Ah!" The young lord stifles himself from exasperating a cry of relief as he at last finds his satchel. He checks inside, ensures both his missive and gold are intact, then turns to the others.
Montar looks to Thistlewick with gratitude for his healing of the woman. When he's sure she's okay, he goes off to gather his gear. He also grabs the chains in case they might be of use later in some new form.
The woman is quite overwhelmed again with emotion because of your help and words, and it takes her a while to compose herself again as she is thanking you all again and again. "I'm Ann," she manages eventually. "I don't know much about the special prisoner. I heard some raiders saying that he's a monk and they keep him tied at the back of the camp 'til he breaks. Us, normal prisoners, they keep tied in a tent close to the entrance of the camp at night and we work 'round the camp during the day."
"Lady Ann, can you tell us anything more about who or what guards the monk, and if you have overhead anything about the next move for this collection of masked thieves?"
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Seems like Ann didn't have the chance last night to begin sorting through the loot, so you all find your gear without anything missing. Montar can add the chain to his backpack too.
Ann thinks for a moment. "Well, ain't nobody guarding the rest of us during the day. Maybe he won' be guarded too? But I ain't sure, I've never seen the man myself."
Montar secures his goods on his person, puts the chain in the backpack, and addresses the group. "Seems like a plan. We do like Draylin says and pretend ta be guards, round up the prisoners 'n our gear, 'n get. Anyone questions us, we make that hand gesture. Then make haste ta Greenest ta warn 'em. "
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When the gnome ducks into the supply tent, the others are already there. "Marvelous." He doesn't skip a beat. He would readily admit, he'd taken the long route. All the better to get a good view of their situation. Almost immediately, he rummages past the others, searching for his supply satchel. "It would appear... we have... a bit of... decision making... to commit to." Gems and clothes, leather and shoes, Amadeus sifts through the stolen plunder, his mind focused keenly on his own quarry.
As he looks, he recounts what he witnessed from the shadows: the landscape around the camp, the mysterious caverns, the gaudy tent set apart from the others, and the sheer size of the faction. "We appear to face a chokepoint, enough that the longer we might linger, the lesser our chances of escaping proper becomes. Ah!" The young lord stifles himself from exasperating a cry of relief as he at last finds his satchel. He checks inside, ensures both his missive and gold are intact, then turns to the others.
"Now then, who's this?"
Montar looks to Thistlewick with gratitude for his healing of the woman. When he's sure she's okay, he goes off to gather his gear. He also grabs the chains in case they might be of use later in some new form.
The woman is quite overwhelmed again with emotion because of your help and words, and it takes her a while to compose herself again as she is thanking you all again and again.
"I'm Ann," she manages eventually. "I don't know much about the special prisoner. I heard some raiders saying that he's a monk and they keep him tied at the back of the camp 'til he breaks. Us, normal prisoners, they keep tied in a tent close to the entrance of the camp at night and we work 'round the camp during the day."
DM: Hoard of the Dragon Queen Adventure
Draylin
"Lady Ann, can you tell us anything more about who or what guards the monk, and if you have overhead anything about the next move for this collection of masked thieves?"
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Montar listens closely while retrieving the rest of his gear (other than weapons and armor).
Seems like Ann didn't have the chance last night to begin sorting through the loot, so you all find your gear without anything missing. Montar can add the chain to his backpack too.
Ann thinks for a moment. "Well, ain't nobody guarding the rest of us during the day. Maybe he won' be guarded too? But I ain't sure, I've never seen the man myself."
DM: Hoard of the Dragon Queen Adventure
Montar secures his goods on his person, puts the chain in the backpack, and addresses the group. "Seems like a plan. We do like Draylin says and pretend ta be guards, round up the prisoners 'n our gear, 'n get. Anyone questions us, we make that hand gesture. Then make haste ta Greenest ta warn 'em. "