Rin, grateful for Ordrin's help says, "Thank you Ordrin. Anton, I agree, we should take our new friend to Phandelin as soon as possible. Do we have anything we could use to carry the Lionshield's goods with us?"
"If we do not have anything large enough to carry all of the supplies back, maybe just one of the crates so that the Coster knows we found them. We can always tell them where this cave is and then they could come and get the rest."
Nothing of interest occurs on the way back. The wagon and ox we're where you left them. After about another half day you arrive in Phandalin, late in the afternoon
The rutted track emerges from a wooded hillside, and you catch your first glimpse of Phandalin. The town consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings, some built on old fieldstone foundations. More old ruins — crumbling stone walls covered in ivy and briars — surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past. Most of the newer buildings are set on the sides of the cart track, which widens into a muddy main street of sorts as it climbs toward a ruined manor house on a hillside at the east side of town.
As you approach, you see children playing on the town green and townsfolk tending to chores or running errands at shops. Many people look up as you approach, but all return to their business as you go by.
Sildar turns to the party: "My friends," he says, "let us secure lodgings. I'm told the Stonehill inn is very quaint, and I must make some enquiries. You will find Barthens Provisions right beside us, and the Lionshield Coster is down just past the inn"
OoC: Wads the travel long and relaxing enough to benefit from a short rest?
Rin says to Sildar, "Yes! I would love a nice meal and maybe even, a, um, an ale, maybe?" He says with a wide grin as if a child was asking someone other than his parents for something he isn't usually allowed to have.
"Ale?" Ordrin barks. "By Moradin, a dwarf has got to eat! My furry friend, Gundren is in dire need of our help. But I know for a fact he'd want us to gather our strength first."
Ordrin slings his hammer, turns first one way then the next, then stops and tugs at his beard.
"Me chin hairs tell me our quarry is that way!" he says to Rin, pointing down the lane. "My coin purse has got a bit heavy and you look like you have a story to tell. The rest of you lot should join us if your pappies taught you well. Aye, your mammies, too, as the case may be."
Rin puts a hand on Delta's shoulder, "I like this dwarf. Come, my watery friend, lets get something to eat. I think maybe after we eat, I will go to the Lionshield to tell them of the lost wares."
OoC: Wads the travel long and relaxing enough to benefit from a short rest?
Rin says to Sildar, "Yes! I would love a nice meal and maybe even, a, um, an ale, maybe?" He says with a wide grin as if a child was asking someone other than his parents for something he isn't usually allowed to have.
In the center of town stands a large, newly built roadhouse of fieldstone and rough-hewn timbers. The common room is filled with locals nursing mugs of ale or cider, all of them eyeing you with curiosity.
A short human walks up to you:
"Hello there, me names Toblen and this be my inn. Welcome! What can we do for ya?"
"No ale for me, thanks," Anton says. "One seems to lead to ten for me. Last time that happened, I beat up three dwarves and wound up unconscious on the floor of the tavern. It was... not a good scene."
Rin, grateful for Ordrin's help says, "Thank you Ordrin. Anton, I agree, we should take our new friend to Phandelin as soon as possible. Do we have anything we could use to carry the Lionshield's goods with us?"
DM note: you will need a wagon
“I can carry a few things in my bag, but I can’t really help more than that.”
"If we do not have anything large enough to carry all of the supplies back, maybe just one of the crates so that the Coster knows we found them. We can always tell them where this cave is and then they could come and get the rest."
“Sounds like a fine plan to me.”
"Alright. Let's go."
OoC: We set out?
Nothing of interest occurs on the way back. The wagon and ox we're where you left them. After about another half day you arrive in Phandalin, late in the afternoon
The rutted track emerges from a wooded hillside, and you catch your first glimpse of Phandalin. The town consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings, some built on old fieldstone foundations. More old ruins — crumbling stone walls covered in ivy and briars — surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past. Most of the newer buildings are set on the sides of the cart track, which widens into a muddy main street of sorts as it climbs toward a ruined manor house on a hillside at the east side of town.
As you approach, you see children playing on the town green and townsfolk tending to chores or running errands at shops. Many people look up as you approach, but all return to their business as you go by.
Sildar turns to the party: "My friends," he says, "let us secure lodgings. I'm told the Stonehill inn is very quaint, and I must make some enquiries. You will find Barthens Provisions right beside us, and the Lionshield Coster is down just past the inn"
DM note: I'll get a map picture up soon!
OoC: Wads the travel long and relaxing enough to benefit from a short rest?
Rin says to Sildar, "Yes! I would love a nice meal and maybe even, a, um, an ale, maybe?" He says with a wide grin as if a child was asking someone other than his parents for something he isn't usually allowed to have.
"Ale?" Ordrin barks. "By Moradin, a dwarf has got to eat! My furry friend, Gundren is in dire need of our help. But I know for a fact he'd want us to gather our strength first."
Ordrin slings his hammer, turns first one way then the next, then stops and tugs at his beard.
"Me chin hairs tell me our quarry is that way!" he says to Rin, pointing down the lane. "My coin purse has got a bit heavy and you look like you have a story to tell. The rest of you lot should join us if your pappies taught you well. Aye, your mammies, too, as the case may be."
Delta just looks at Ordin and give a gesture like I’m just going with it.
Rin puts a hand on Delta's shoulder, "I like this dwarf. Come, my watery friend, lets get something to eat. I think maybe after we eat, I will go to the Lionshield to tell them of the lost wares."
Yep
“Let’s get going then. Shall we? There’s still a dwarf in trouble out there.”
"Agreed," says Anton, nodding toward Delta. "A simple meal, a night's rest, maybe buy a few supplies, and then we should get going early tomorrow."
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
In the center of town stands a large, newly built roadhouse
of fieldstone and rough-hewn timbers. The common room
is filled with locals nursing mugs of ale or cider, all of them
eyeing you with curiosity.
A short human walks up to you:
"Hello there, me names Toblen and this be my inn. Welcome! What can we do for ya?"
Delta stays near the back of the group, making sure her hood is obscuring her face.
Rin excitedly extends a furry hand to Toblen, "Hello, I'm Rin! We are on adventure!"
"Two ales, my friend," Ordrin says, shaking the man's hand. "And one for me friend here."
He turns to the rest of the party. "Anyone else? Moradin provides for ya." He says, his eyes twinkling like the gold coin held up in his hand.
"No ale for me, thanks," Anton says. "One seems to lead to ten for me. Last time that happened, I beat up three dwarves and wound up unconscious on the floor of the tavern. It was... not a good scene."
"Just some... stew or something, please."
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)