"Troll? That sounds like a bad idea, I can't wait. Let me change and tell me the details." Heads back up stairs to change into her adventure clothes, looking clean and neat thanks to her magic. Coming back down, "We need a bath and somewhere to do laundry. Now what troll? Should I give this kisses?" 

"Hey guys I made break[temp hp]fast," Sayre says brightly. "Come sit down and eat and we'll got troll hunting," she adds!

"And its appreciated, Miss Sayre." Navek says as he goes to settle in to eat. Before he digs in, looks up to Thimbol as if to say something, but catches himself with a sigh and starts rubbing his head. After everything that happened last night, anything more.... well, he thought better of playing peace maker. Mostly. "Should take us no more than half a day to reach the troll on horse back. Maybe less, if we're lucky. If you got any extra oil than bring it. Acid too. Grab rags for your arrows as well. Swamps damp enough that a few stray fire arrows shouldn't cause much trouble."  

**nothing magical?**

"YESS, Let's Eat! Everyone is so full of good ideas this morning! Fight Troll! Eat Breakfast!"

(Sorry, I thought I answered that.. nope, nothing magical)

"If we know where it is, we can set up a ambush for it. I can walk Navek out in the open, be loud and make it come to us and then hit it hard and fast. I have fire magic and can help Navek in his fight." Eats breakfast with a big smile, "No breakfast like a Sayre breakfast."

So everyone eats breakfast and the dragonborn and his team get to work. Some of the townsfolk climb ladders and begin working on fixing any fire damage around the windows that were blown out in the fire while others move inside and start tearing into the work at hand.

(Are you all heading to the farm? did you want to RP that and check out animals / equipment or just gloss over it saying you picked up your mounts and are on your way?)

Not speaking for all. But aside from purchasing a new draft horse, and naming him "Jeff", don't think there's much more to rp out on Navek's end at least. He still has the old saddle, and some left over oil.  Up to Lora and Thimbol about the animals, but Navek would sue for at least Winston coming along for proper battle training! 

"Taking an awfully big risk there, Miss Lora. But.. chances are it'll be more keen on coming out with you in sight." Is all Navek will say on that matter. Later he grumbles something along the lines, "If I had more spiders, I could do better.."  If he notices anyone heard, he smiles cheekily and finishes his meal.  At some point before they leave, he tries to get Blitzen's attention. "A word, my friend.  You wouldn't happen to know who might deal in armors for animals. Namely horses and the wolves. Figured I'd find out at least 'fore I go... I believe you mention another smith in town last, but wasn't sure they moonlighted in leather working." 

Blitzen would nod to Navek. "Your best bet would be to talk with Zlag over at the smithy on the east side of town. If you are heading to get some horses for your trip, old Slags place is on the way on the left side of the road... you can't miss it!" The dragonborn would say with a smile 

OOC: We have 3 regular horses right?

Thimbol, the ever stubborn halfling, refused to eat breakfast as he waited for the others to leave

I think so.. I will be honest I dont remember their names

**we ready to head off?**

OOC: Luke, Crapper, and Sprinkles. Let's G-O!!

 Sayre wants, makes morning chit-chat, and then urges everyone to grab their gear like a mom readying kids for school.

"We should pick up the horses," Sayre adds fully kitted out and ready to leave!

We had three horses... Then I got one killed. >.> Lol at the names. 
Names were:

1) Axle - riding horse - dark brown coat with jet black mane - horse with a bad attitude that doesn't play by the rules - equipped with black studded-leather barding and saddle
2) Roc -- Draft horse - Black coat with platinum mane, tail, and fur around his hooves - What he lacks in speed he makes up for with pure strength. Once pulled a cart full of school children our of a pit of quicksand. - equipped with deep brown leather barding and saddle  >Dead< (Barding and Saddle saved)
3) Zephyr - riding horse - White coat with silver mane and tail - She is a gentle horse that is swift and agile - equipped with light brown studded-leather barding.

 

"Appreciated, Mister Blitzen. I'll leave you to your work." Aside from awkwardly looking over at Thimbol, Navek ate his meal in silence. Invigorated then by the power of home cooking, Navek more than eagerly leads the charge out with Winston in tow. Though on the way he does stop by Slag's shop, and knocks on whatever surface seemed needed to get attention. "Anyone home? Suppose to see a Slag 'bout a special order."  He looks back to the others. 

OOC: I think I called dibs on Axle aka Crapper.

Sayre moves towards the front door. "We ready to kill some troll? Are we killing the troll? What's the deal again with the troll," she asks.

(you also got the one from the bloodscale that tried to kill mo in his tent remember? the one that was wounded in a thunderwave lol)

So as everyone leaves to head towards the farm to pick up your transportation so that you can make your way towards the swamp, Navek stops and rings a large bell hanging from a thick wooden beam framing the front of his smithy. As he does, a huge warforged climbs out from inside the shop and enters the work area that is visible behind the counter where Navek stands. "What can I get ya pal?" The warforged will say with a grin, a large braided beard made of chains hangs down to  the warforged's waist while a pair of huge smoke stacks rise from his back and nearly scrape the roof of his shop. The juggernaut Places his huge steel hands on the counter and leans towards the Goliath, lowing himself a bit to eye level as the incredibly heavy wooden counter groans under the weight.

Oh yeah! I wonder if Mo ever healed that one..

A good minute passes before Navek stops staring at the talking construct long enough to form thoughts again. He lets out a chuckle that almost erupts into a full blown maniac laughter, but catches himself. "I had heard only rumors of your like, but I thought of all things to them be nothing but dreamt up wizardy nonsense." Navek admits boldly. "Can't say I'm unhappy about being wrong." His broad grin soon falter as he remembers thimbol. He holds up a finger to the warforged, and then steps back to whistle sharply for Winston, if the dog hadn't been doggedly following thus far. 

"Looking to get the old boy here suited up in some hide armor. Scented too, if it can be managed so he doesn't try to chew it off. Don't suppose you got something already in stock sized for him?" 

"Hide hu... yeah I imagine we got something that would fit yer wolf there.." Slag will say running his hand through his beard of chains causing them to rattle loudly. "If ya don't love your animal enough to get them something a little sturdier.. I supposed I can get Bronzebeard out here to get him fitted up with some hide barding..." He will say with a grin, waving his massive steel hand in the air, each finger like a small metal tombstone. "Hey Bronzebeard! You got a customer!" A moment later a stocky dwarf wearing a leather harness with crocodile skull pauldrons and a kilt made with a red scaly hide that is at least an inch thick makes his way out of the back. "What?!" the red bearded dwarf will say, making his way to the counter, his head barley higher than the surface. After being informed of the request, The dwarf would go into the back and pull out a set of barding. "This here was made for mastiffs and other hunting and riding dogs... I think it otta work.." The Barding appears to be made from thick crocodile hide, stained black and expertly stitched together. The interror of the barding is lined with several layers of softer leather that prevents it from being uncomfortable to the wearer. "I can also sell ya a a matching saddle if you are interested for yer wolfy there" The dwarf will say with a grin.

Hide Barding cost: 40 gold
Saddle if ya want it: ( pay price in player handbook for the version you want... riding... military.. etc...)

Navek chuckled at the side barb, but doesn't comment on it. He does look down and gives Winston an apologetic look. "Don't worry. I'll fix you up with something better someday soon. Consider this training gear." Navek knelt down to whisper to him. Navek doesn't bat an eye at the dwarf having had at least some experience with the more wildling type in the past, if the prominent gator head is anything to go by. After inspect it for himself, he nods and sets down the gold for the barding.

"Fraid the armor will have to do for now, Bronzebeard. Racked up enough of a debt with Mr. Blitzen for another project, you see. And rather not go dipping into the family funds." He admits. "But I thank you. And hopefully when things calm again, I'd like to have a proper talk with you bout forging. I'm a bit of an old hand at it, and.. frankly could use some brushing up." He chuckles again as he knelt down to start affixing the armor to Winston and make adjustments as he went. "Say... Yaw wouldn't happen to be in the market for anything in particular from Black Oak Swamps, would'ja? Figured since me and mines were headed that way anyways on account of a troll, I thought I'd it best to ask." 

Once Navek had an answer he bid them goodbye and rushes to catch up with the others.