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17 insight on Edmund
<I can tell he’s got something on his mind, beyond just his concern for the kid> Braela pulls her braid over her shoulder and plays with it absentmindedly. She stares at Edmund and Pinkie, intrigued by the talk of another adventuring party. After a few more minutes, her stomach rumbles loudly and she gazes longingly toward the kitchen door.
Braela, you get the distinct impression that Edmund is far more excited that he should be about everything. The sort of excitement usually seen in young soldiers or adventurers before they see what life away from home is really like.
"It's several days travel from here, depends on the weather. And... well, what beasts are roaming the wilds at the time." Edmunds eyes grow wide at Saia's the mention of the apple. "Y-you all know about the apple?" He looks almost frightened as his eyes dart back and forth from each of you.
Before he can say anything else, the kitchen door swings open and Garon appears with two trays of food. He bustles over to your table, humming happily as if nothing had happened minutes earlier. After serving everyone else their food, he grins and places a larger than average plate in front of Pinkie. Thick-cut bacon, sausage links, grilled tomatoes, a heap of scrambled eggs, and chopped potatoes tossed with diced ham and some sort of greens. "My breakfast platter, miss. I hope it's to your liking." He looks around the table and his smile falters. "Ah, well."
"They know about the apple, Garon." Edmund looks down at the table, as if the wood grain were suddenly the most interesting thing he'd ever seen.
"Ay, I know." Garon sighs, and claps a hand on Edmunds shoulder. "I knew them for what they were- adventurer's. That life's not for you Edmund." He looks back at the three of you, his cheery demeanor once again back. "I can't stop or talk any of you out of what you're here for, whatever it is. But I won't be part of it, neither. If you want to know about the apple, you'll have to talk to Felosial, over at the jail. She the leader of the guard here."
Saia shrugged. "We've heard about the apple, yes. And while it sounds... intriguing, I don't think any of us have any ailments we are in need of curing?" she questions, glancing at her companions. Neither had said anything about any sickness or issues. She was pretty sure they had headed her because it was the first thing of interest that they had heard about, but she could be wrong. "Honestly, I'm more interested in the lost adventurers and if the two are related." She said before picking up her fork. "Also, thank you very much for the food." She wondered briefly at Garon's apparent change in demeanor, but he was a businessman. It wouldn't do to stop around angry or sad. But she did file the name Felosial away. No matter what they got out of Edmund and Garon, it wouldn't hurt to talk to the Captain of the Guard.
Pinkies eyes grow wide at the platter places in front of her. She takes a half a second to appreciate the bounty before descending upon it like a starving wolf. She shovels half of the contents of the plate into her mouth hungrily and then sits back, determined to savor the rest. She picks at her fangs and sizes up her companions’ plates, deciding she picked the best of the offerings.
She turns her attention to Edmund. “So,” she begins, leaning closer to him. “You want to be an adventurer?”
She swigs a large, muscled arm around, landing the elbow heavily on the table and causing the dishes to rattle. She extends her palm towards Edmund’s and smiles — a challenge to an arm wrestle. “Let’s see if you’re ready.”
Braela bounces in her seat a bit as she notices the food approaching. Her eyes widen at Pinkie's portion and she tucks in to her own more modest plate of eggs and hash. Eager young Edmund makes her chuckle, reminding her very much of Saia seated next to her. So green and innocent. She lets a small laugh slip as she thinks about all the fun things she's got planned to help Saia... adjust... to life in the wilds. The young buck across the table has no chance arm wrestling Pinkie's looming form, and he may look a bit intimidated. "You can try me if you think she's a bit much for you" she says with a grin on her face
Saia, Garon quirks an eyebrow at your rather tempered reaction to the apple. "That's... surprising, if I'm being honest. Most folks who hear about the apple want the power for themselves." He sighs, a look of resignation on his face. "Talgen 'n Sharwyn and their group went to the citadel to figure out what is the nine hells is going on there. Don't you think it sounds strange that a bunch of goblins have access to such a thing, and they choose to sell it to us? There's more to things than meet the eye, mark my words."
Garon then chokes back a laugh when Pinkie slams her arm on the table, challenging Edmund. He then looks to Braela, and chuckles again. "Ah, good luck boy. I guess now's the chance to prove yer'self!"
Edmund starts to lift his arm, looking ready to face the challenge. But as he eyes how defined the musculature on Pinkies arm is, her falters. He too glances over at Braela, and after a moments deliberation, lowers his arm. "Ah, I think I have a little more practice ahead of me before I start, er, challenging folks." His cheeks redden and he looks as though he's about to say something, but is stopped at the sound of a bell ringing. "Oh shite! I'm late for work!" He hastily gets to his feet and makes for the door, then stops and turns back to the table. "Ah, ladies, thank you! If you go to the citadel and make it back, I'll buy you all a drink." He then scurries out the door.
Garon watches him leave, shaking his head. "He's a good lad, I'm hard on him 'cause I care. Nearly all the kids in this town have worked for me at some point in their life. Talgen and Sharwyn, too." He sighs, looking at the tavern door almost as if he expected them to walk in. "I was truly happy they were making a living doing the adventurer thing. I can only hope they're late 'cause they're rolling in coin and gems." Despite the half-smile when he says this, it's clear to all that Garon doesn't believe it.
Pinkie pouts slightly, sad that her easy victory was stolen from her by sense. She wriggles the fingers of her proffered hand at Garon and raises a brow. “For the bill?” She gives him half a second to consider before withdrawing her hand and turning it back to her breakfast. “At least that will give your boy something to think about before he goes chasing after goblins and beasts.”
She rummages through her pockets and puts some coins on the table in anticipation of the bill and says cheerfully, “Well, ladies. To jail?” She runs a fingertip along the edge of her now empty plate and says absently, to no one in particular... but almost certainly to Garon. “Unless someone has anything else helpful for us.”
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Saia just shrugged. It would probably be different if one of them were sick, but Saia had just left two very powerful people. Now was the time to earn her own power, not take it from a fruit. And it was strange that the goblins would sell such a thing. Were the buyers unwittingly making a pact with something? Her father had traveled with a warlock, and while he had fully embraced his patron, there had been stories of people being tricked into it. "What has happened to the people who eat the apple?"
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Saia gave the retreating Edmund a smile, hopping Pinkie was enough to make him rethink running off to face goblins. Looking between her two companions, she grinned. "I mean, I'd take you guys up on the offer, but I'm pretty sure we all know what the outcome would be."
Braela chuckles at Edmund's hasty exit, slightly disappointed at his decline of the challenge. It would have been fun to watch Pinkie drive his hand into the table, and satisfying to beat him herself. She twirls her braid thoughtfully before chiming in "Power brings responsibilities and threats that I'm just not ambitious enough for. Has anyone looked for Talgen and Sharwyn? Are we 100% sure they're missing?" She tucks in the rest of her breakfast, pulling a handkerchief from her bag to wrap up the rest of the bread. "Don't worry Pinkie, I'll arm wrestle you the next time we have a few free minutes. Perhaps we should go talk to this Felosial. I'm ready when you guys are." She places coin on the table and makes sure all her belongings are stowed
Garon nearly chokes himself as he sputters out a laugh at Pinkie's offer. "No lass, I think I'll pass." He glances towards the door where Edmund had just left. "I can only hope all this tomfoolery has given him pause. I don't wish for another crying mother in my tavern drowning her sorrows." He scoops up the coin and pockets it, not bothering to count, and starts stacking empty plates to carry back to the kitchen.
"Anyone who has a bite of the apple finds their ills cured. Even things the healer cannot fix. It's a wondrous thing. We've tried to plant the seeds, but once the trees are about a foot high, they disappear. Almost like someone is stealing them. Then we wait for another midsummer, when the goblins bring another apple and insist we empty our coffers for it." He pauses, plates in hand, as he regards Braela. "Miss, if they ain't missing, they've got heaps to answer for. Said they'd come straight here when they were done. Over a month gone, through hostile territory into a ruin likely crawling with goblins and who knows what else? If there's not something amiss, I'll eat the muck I feed my pigs."
"Is there anyone who has had any ill after effects? Change in behavior or anything?" Saia asked, putting down enough coin for her meal, Edmunds drink, and a decent tip.. "Anyone we could maybe talk to?"
"No miss, no ill effects. Unless you count the emptying of the our town coffee every midsummer." He starts to gather up the plates, leaving Pinkie's plate for last. "How can we say no? It even cures the addlement age bring on to a grandparent. Who can say no to that?" His face looks pained as he speaks, and he hangs his head for a moment.
"Talgen and Sharwyn... the grew up here. They've seen if first hand. Who wouldn't want that for their home? Their kingdom?" He steps back to return the dishes to the kitchen. "Talk to Felosial, guard captain. If you want to help, she's where you start."
Pinkie rises from her chair and slings her pack over her shoulders, “Thank you, that was perfection. We will return for another round once we have retrieved your wee ones.” She smiles at Garron, trying to instill him with as much hope and confidence as she can.
Moving towards the door, she kicks it open, bursting into the fresh air triumphantly. She takes a pause to breathe in deeply before hurriedly turning to catch it with her fingertips to hold open for Saia and Braela.
If she sees townsfolk or guards, she will smile at them as they pass — her softer human side showing through her orcish dress and size.
”Apples, apples, apples for everyone!” She sings in goblin, quietly to herself.
Switching back to common, once the other ladies emerge, “Onwards!”
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Braela falls behind her friends as they leave the Ol' Boar Inn, keeping a careful eye on their surroundings and Oakhurst's inhabitants. It never pays to be too trusting of people in large groups, even when it's just a small town. As they pass through town towards the jail, she listens for snippets of pertinent gossip and helpful information about the missing lads, the apples, and any other general alarming gossip.
Garon give you all a nod and a smile as you leave, busing himself with cleaning.
Outside, the sky is overcast, but it looks as though the rain has passed. Citizens of the town bustle about, casting curious glance in your direction, some even offering a polite wave. Most everyone seems too busy to give you much mind, though a few of the younger men seem more... intrigued that others.
Braela, you hear young woman whisper to her friend "I heard they're adventurer's. Do you think they're here to find Talgen and Sharwyn?" To which her friend replies "Perhaps! I do hope they fare better than our friends did. I would love to see Talgen's handsome face again." They continue on past you, so you don't hear the rest of the conversation. Turning your attention back to the rest of the crowd, you do hear some speaking of the apple, most thinking it would be any day now for the goblins to arrive, and others hoping to find out news of the lost "kids" from the goblins. In contrast to these hopeful statements are several older folks, wondering out loud why the guard don't kill the goblins.
Your group makes it to the jail uneventfully, and upon entering set eyes on a half-elven woman. She stands up from her desk and looks expectantly at you. "Ah, you're not from around here, so I doubt you're hear to bail someone out. What can I do for you?" She regards you with a cool stare, her eyes clearly taking in any weapons or armor you wear.
"Hello!" Saia greeted with her best smile. "We are not. Ganon from the tavern suggested we talk to Felosial for more information about the missing adventures, the goblins, and the area in general. Would that be you?"
Saia shrugged her cloak back so the hilt of the sword on her hip wasn't hidden, but made no move toward it. If the woman wanted to know what they had, better to be transparent then accused of trying to hide it.
Pinkie watches as Saia reveals her holstered weapon and looks back to the guard. There was certainly no hiding the large maul strapped to her back. She casually moves to sit on the desk corner. “We are looking for your wee ones.... and we’re hoping you could point us in the right direction.”
She glances down at the desk, as casually as she can to see if there is anything of interest laying about.
Upon entering the jail, Braela tries to be non-chalant about placing herself in the nearest corner. She makes mental note of the windows and doors and takes a careful look at the woman in front of them. She keeps a cautious eye on both doors, eyes shifting slowly from one to the other as she listens to her friends’ conversation.
The half-elven woman raises an eyebrow and smirks for a moment before replying. "Aye, I'm Felosial. Have a seat." She motions to the bench sitting opposite of her desk, then sits down in her chair. "The area is peaceful, for the most part. The occasional beast that needs taken care of by the guard." She shrugs. "The plains to the northeast are more barren, not the best place to go without ample provisions and caution." She studies the three of you for a moment before continuing. "And our missing citizens and the goblins? I'm guessing you've already made the possible connection between the two subjects. Am I to assume you want to travel to where they went?"
17 insight on Edmund
<I can tell he’s got something on his mind, beyond just his concern for the kid> Braela pulls her braid over her shoulder and plays with it absentmindedly. She stares at Edmund and Pinkie, intrigued by the talk of another adventuring party. After a few more minutes, her stomach rumbles loudly and she gazes longingly toward the kitchen door.
Braela, you get the distinct impression that Edmund is far more excited that he should be about everything. The sort of excitement usually seen in young soldiers or adventurers before they see what life away from home is really like.
"It's several days travel from here, depends on the weather. And... well, what beasts are roaming the wilds at the time." Edmunds eyes grow wide at Saia's the mention of the apple. "Y-you all know about the apple?" He looks almost frightened as his eyes dart back and forth from each of you.
Before he can say anything else, the kitchen door swings open and Garon appears with two trays of food. He bustles over to your table, humming happily as if nothing had happened minutes earlier. After serving everyone else their food, he grins and places a larger than average plate in front of Pinkie. Thick-cut bacon, sausage links, grilled tomatoes, a heap of scrambled eggs, and chopped potatoes tossed with diced ham and some sort of greens. "My breakfast platter, miss. I hope it's to your liking." He looks around the table and his smile falters. "Ah, well."
"They know about the apple, Garon." Edmund looks down at the table, as if the wood grain were suddenly the most interesting thing he'd ever seen.
"Ay, I know." Garon sighs, and claps a hand on Edmunds shoulder. "I knew them for what they were- adventurer's. That life's not for you Edmund." He looks back at the three of you, his cheery demeanor once again back. "I can't stop or talk any of you out of what you're here for, whatever it is. But I won't be part of it, neither. If you want to know about the apple, you'll have to talk to Felosial, over at the jail. She the leader of the guard here."
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Saia shrugged. "We've heard about the apple, yes. And while it sounds... intriguing, I don't think any of us have any ailments we are in need of curing?" she questions, glancing at her companions. Neither had said anything about any sickness or issues. She was pretty sure they had headed her because it was the first thing of interest that they had heard about, but she could be wrong. "Honestly, I'm more interested in the lost adventurers and if the two are related." She said before picking up her fork. "Also, thank you very much for the food." She wondered briefly at Garon's apparent change in demeanor, but he was a businessman. It wouldn't do to stop around angry or sad. But she did file the name Felosial away. No matter what they got out of Edmund and Garon, it wouldn't hurt to talk to the Captain of the Guard.
Pinkies eyes grow wide at the platter places in front of her. She takes a half a second to appreciate the bounty before descending upon it like a starving wolf. She shovels half of the contents of the plate into her mouth hungrily and then sits back, determined to savor the rest. She picks at her fangs and sizes up her companions’ plates, deciding she picked the best of the offerings.
She turns her attention to Edmund. “So,” she begins, leaning closer to him. “You want to be an adventurer?”
She swigs a large, muscled arm around, landing the elbow heavily on the table and causing the dishes to rattle. She extends her palm towards Edmund’s and smiles — a challenge to an arm wrestle. “Let’s see if you’re ready.”
Braela bounces in her seat a bit as she notices the food approaching. Her eyes widen at Pinkie's portion and she tucks in to her own more modest plate of eggs and hash. Eager young Edmund makes her chuckle, reminding her very much of Saia seated next to her. So green and innocent. She lets a small laugh slip as she thinks about all the fun things she's got planned to help Saia... adjust... to life in the wilds. The young buck across the table has no chance arm wrestling Pinkie's looming form, and he may look a bit intimidated. "You can try me if you think she's a bit much for you" she says with a grin on her face
Saia, Garon quirks an eyebrow at your rather tempered reaction to the apple. "That's... surprising, if I'm being honest. Most folks who hear about the apple want the power for themselves." He sighs, a look of resignation on his face. "Talgen 'n Sharwyn and their group went to the citadel to figure out what is the nine hells is going on there. Don't you think it sounds strange that a bunch of goblins have access to such a thing, and they choose to sell it to us? There's more to things than meet the eye, mark my words."
Garon then chokes back a laugh when Pinkie slams her arm on the table, challenging Edmund. He then looks to Braela, and chuckles again. "Ah, good luck boy. I guess now's the chance to prove yer'self!"
Edmund starts to lift his arm, looking ready to face the challenge. But as he eyes how defined the musculature on Pinkies arm is, her falters. He too glances over at Braela, and after a moments deliberation, lowers his arm. "Ah, I think I have a little more practice ahead of me before I start, er, challenging folks." His cheeks redden and he looks as though he's about to say something, but is stopped at the sound of a bell ringing. "Oh shite! I'm late for work!" He hastily gets to his feet and makes for the door, then stops and turns back to the table. "Ah, ladies, thank you! If you go to the citadel and make it back, I'll buy you all a drink." He then scurries out the door.
Garon watches him leave, shaking his head. "He's a good lad, I'm hard on him 'cause I care. Nearly all the kids in this town have worked for me at some point in their life. Talgen and Sharwyn, too." He sighs, looking at the tavern door almost as if he expected them to walk in. "I was truly happy they were making a living doing the adventurer thing. I can only hope they're late 'cause they're rolling in coin and gems." Despite the half-smile when he says this, it's clear to all that Garon doesn't believe it.
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Pinkie pouts slightly, sad that her easy victory was stolen from her by sense. She wriggles the fingers of her proffered hand at Garon and raises a brow. “For the bill?” She gives him half a second to consider before withdrawing her hand and turning it back to her breakfast. “At least that will give your boy something to think about before he goes chasing after goblins and beasts.”
She rummages through her pockets and puts some coins on the table in anticipation of the bill and says cheerfully, “Well, ladies. To jail?” She runs a fingertip along the edge of her now empty plate and says absently, to no one in particular... but almost certainly to Garon. “Unless someone has anything else helpful for us.”
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11Saia just shrugged. It would probably be different if one of them were sick, but Saia had just left two very powerful people. Now was the time to earn her own power, not take it from a fruit. And it was strange that the goblins would sell such a thing. Were the buyers unwittingly making a pact with something? Her father had traveled with a warlock, and while he had fully embraced his patron, there had been stories of people being tricked into it. "What has happened to the people who eat the apple?"
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Saia gave the retreating Edmund a smile, hopping Pinkie was enough to make him rethink running off to face goblins. Looking between her two companions, she grinned. "I mean, I'd take you guys up on the offer, but I'm pretty sure we all know what the outcome would be."
Braela chuckles at Edmund's hasty exit, slightly disappointed at his decline of the challenge. It would have been fun to watch Pinkie drive his hand into the table, and satisfying to beat him herself. She twirls her braid thoughtfully before chiming in "Power brings responsibilities and threats that I'm just not ambitious enough for. Has anyone looked for Talgen and Sharwyn? Are we 100% sure they're missing?" She tucks in the rest of her breakfast, pulling a handkerchief from her bag to wrap up the rest of the bread. "Don't worry Pinkie, I'll arm wrestle you the next time we have a few free minutes. Perhaps we should go talk to this Felosial. I'm ready when you guys are." She places coin on the table and makes sure all her belongings are stowed
Garon nearly chokes himself as he sputters out a laugh at Pinkie's offer. "No lass, I think I'll pass." He glances towards the door where Edmund had just left. "I can only hope all this tomfoolery has given him pause. I don't wish for another crying mother in my tavern drowning her sorrows." He scoops up the coin and pockets it, not bothering to count, and starts stacking empty plates to carry back to the kitchen.
"Anyone who has a bite of the apple finds their ills cured. Even things the healer cannot fix. It's a wondrous thing. We've tried to plant the seeds, but once the trees are about a foot high, they disappear. Almost like someone is stealing them. Then we wait for another midsummer, when the goblins bring another apple and insist we empty our coffers for it." He pauses, plates in hand, as he regards Braela. "Miss, if they ain't missing, they've got heaps to answer for. Said they'd come straight here when they were done. Over a month gone, through hostile territory into a ruin likely crawling with goblins and who knows what else? If there's not something amiss, I'll eat the muck I feed my pigs."
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"Is there anyone who has had any ill after effects? Change in behavior or anything?" Saia asked, putting down enough coin for her meal, Edmunds drink, and a decent tip.. "Anyone we could maybe talk to?"
"No miss, no ill effects. Unless you count the emptying of the our town coffee every midsummer." He starts to gather up the plates, leaving Pinkie's plate for last. "How can we say no? It even cures the addlement age bring on to a grandparent. Who can say no to that?" His face looks pained as he speaks, and he hangs his head for a moment.
"Talgen and Sharwyn... the grew up here. They've seen if first hand. Who wouldn't want that for their home? Their kingdom?" He steps back to return the dishes to the kitchen. "Talk to Felosial, guard captain. If you want to help, she's where you start."
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Saia nodded. "Thank you so much for your help, Garon." she said before standing. "Well, after you, ladies."
Pinkie rises from her chair and slings her pack over her shoulders, “Thank you, that was perfection. We will return for another round once we have retrieved your wee ones.” She smiles at Garron, trying to instill him with as much hope and confidence as she can.
Moving towards the door, she kicks it open, bursting into the fresh air triumphantly. She takes a pause to breathe in deeply before hurriedly turning to catch it with her fingertips to hold open for Saia and Braela.
If she sees townsfolk or guards, she will smile at them as they pass — her softer human side showing through her orcish dress and size.
”Apples, apples, apples for everyone!” She sings in goblin, quietly to herself.
Switching back to common, once the other ladies emerge, “Onwards!”
Braela falls behind her friends as they leave the Ol' Boar Inn, keeping a careful eye on their surroundings and Oakhurst's inhabitants. It never pays to be too trusting of people in large groups, even when it's just a small town. As they pass through town towards the jail, she listens for snippets of pertinent gossip and helpful information about the missing lads, the apples, and any other general alarming gossip.
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Garon give you all a nod and a smile as you leave, busing himself with cleaning.
Outside, the sky is overcast, but it looks as though the rain has passed. Citizens of the town bustle about, casting curious glance in your direction, some even offering a polite wave. Most everyone seems too busy to give you much mind, though a few of the younger men seem more... intrigued that others.
Braela, you hear young woman whisper to her friend "I heard they're adventurer's. Do you think they're here to find Talgen and Sharwyn?" To which her friend replies "Perhaps! I do hope they fare better than our friends did. I would love to see Talgen's handsome face again." They continue on past you, so you don't hear the rest of the conversation. Turning your attention back to the rest of the crowd, you do hear some speaking of the apple, most thinking it would be any day now for the goblins to arrive, and others hoping to find out news of the lost "kids" from the goblins. In contrast to these hopeful statements are several older folks, wondering out loud why the guard don't kill the goblins.
Your group makes it to the jail uneventfully, and upon entering set eyes on a half-elven woman. She stands up from her desk and looks expectantly at you. "Ah, you're not from around here, so I doubt you're hear to bail someone out. What can I do for you?" She regards you with a cool stare, her eyes clearly taking in any weapons or armor you wear.
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"Hello!" Saia greeted with her best smile. "We are not. Ganon from the tavern suggested we talk to Felosial for more information about the missing adventures, the goblins, and the area in general. Would that be you?"
Saia shrugged her cloak back so the hilt of the sword on her hip wasn't hidden, but made no move toward it. If the woman wanted to know what they had, better to be transparent then accused of trying to hide it.
Pinkie watches as Saia reveals her holstered weapon and looks back to the guard. There was certainly no hiding the large maul strapped to her back. She casually moves to sit on the desk corner. “We are looking for your wee ones.... and we’re hoping you could point us in the right direction.”
She glances down at the desk, as casually as she can to see if there is anything of interest laying about.
Upon entering the jail, Braela tries to be non-chalant about placing herself in the nearest corner. She makes mental note of the windows and doors and takes a careful look at the woman in front of them. She keeps a cautious eye on both doors, eyes shifting slowly from one to the other as she listens to her friends’ conversation.
The half-elven woman raises an eyebrow and smirks for a moment before replying. "Aye, I'm Felosial. Have a seat." She motions to the bench sitting opposite of her desk, then sits down in her chair. "The area is peaceful, for the most part. The occasional beast that needs taken care of by the guard." She shrugs. "The plains to the northeast are more barren, not the best place to go without ample provisions and caution." She studies the three of you for a moment before continuing. "And our missing citizens and the goblins? I'm guessing you've already made the possible connection between the two subjects. Am I to assume you want to travel to where they went?"
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