Barthen looks curious. "Flour? I don't carry flour. Perhaps you could buy some off of Toblen over at the Stonehill. Rations, on the other hand, I can help you with." He walks to a barrel and helps Glynquinal pick out as many as he wants.
OOC: Glyn, add however many you purchase and subtract 5 sp each.
"Linene Graywind," she replies dismissively. "You say they were in a cave with some goblins and a bugbear?" She puts a finger to her lip. "There have been a lot of reports of goblin bandits on the Trail. It doesn't surprise me to find out they're the ones who have been interrupting my shipments," she says more to herself than you. "I'm afraid I can't offer any original items — you'd have to visit the blacksmith for that — but ... I suppose I could pay you in trade if you're willing to recover my shipments. I'd make it worth your while," she finishes hopefully.
"Thank you, I might go seem him about the flour then."
As he gathers his rations he decides to inquire if his friends have been in yet. "Is there any chance you have seen my friends come through? I was delayed a bit and haven't caught up to them yet."
Ian to Linene: I agree with my friend Gruxx here. We are heading in that direction, perhaps we can help you out. Do you have a wagon we could use to bring the packages back?
Barthen tells Glynquinal he gave the others directions to the Lionshield Coster, so he suspects that's where they went. He gives the rogue the same directions.
Linene thinks for a moment, looking disappointed, then thoughtful. "I don't have a wagon of my own, but I can probably work out something with Barthen. Would you mind walking that way with me?"
At about the same time, Linene leads Ian, Herr Doktor, Rock and Gruxx north (after locking up the coster), and Glynquinal leaves Barthen's heading south. The group meets in front of Stonehill Inn.
”We will be soon. Just gotta acquire a wagon as we’ll be bringing some goods back with us. Good news is we know where we’re headed. Back to the castle we came from.”
Ian to Glyn - "I believe we are ready, but you seem to be on your way somewhere. We will wait here for you" and he sits down next to HDP, who had been trailing along behind Glyn from earlier and now takes a seat in front of the Inn, still working on his new ballad.
Glynquinal smiles at Ian, "I had been, but just looking for the rest of you. Halia turned out to be little more than a thief so that was a waste of time. I'll deal with that problem later"
Linene leads the group to Barthen's, walking around back instead of entering through the front. One of Barthen's young helpers is there, sitting on a barrel and whittling a piece of wood. He looks up and nods as Linene approaches. The woman gestures at the wagon sitting there, which the party recognizes as the same wagon they brought from Neverwinter. "This wagon free for a few days, Ander?"
Ander shrugs. "Don't know. You'd have to ask the old man."
Linene walks by, patting the youth's shoulder congenially. "You'd better not let Barthen hear you call him that." She leads the group through the back door, through the rear store room, and through another door into the shop up front. Barthen smiles as she enters, not seeming surprised by Linene's use of the backdoor. She asks the proprietor about the wagon, and he says it's available. She looks at the group and then leans in and has a quiet conversation with the man. The two appear to come to an agreement, and Barthen smiles as you.
"I'll have Ander hitch a horse to the wagon, and you're free to take it whenever you're ready. Linene is covering the cost. How long do you think you'll be gone?"
Glynquinal thinking back to the speed of travel in arriving, "A week perhaps. It is hard to tell with Goblins involved. They are crafty little things."
Turning toward the Herr Doktor, "Herr Doktor, how long do you think?"
Barthen looks curious. "Flour? I don't carry flour. Perhaps you could buy some off of Toblen over at the Stonehill. Rations, on the other hand, I can help you with." He walks to a barrel and helps Glynquinal pick out as many as he wants.
OOC: Glyn, add however many you purchase and subtract 5 sp each.
"Linene Graywind," she replies dismissively. "You say they were in a cave with some goblins and a bugbear?" She puts a finger to her lip. "There have been a lot of reports of goblin bandits on the Trail. It doesn't surprise me to find out they're the ones who have been interrupting my shipments," she says more to herself than you. "I'm afraid I can't offer any original items — you'd have to visit the blacksmith for that — but ... I suppose I could pay you in trade if you're willing to recover my shipments. I'd make it worth your while," she finishes hopefully.
Gruxx speaks up...
”We have business that needs to be taken care of with these goblins. I believe we could grab your items on the way that will benefit both of us.”
Glynquinal will take 8 rations.
"Thank you, I might go seem him about the flour then."
As he gathers his rations he decides to inquire if his friends have been in yet. "Is there any chance you have seen my friends come through? I was delayed a bit and haven't caught up to them yet."
Ian to Linene: I agree with my friend Gruxx here. We are heading in that direction, perhaps we can help you out. Do you have a wagon we could use to bring the packages back?
Barthen tells Glynquinal he gave the others directions to the Lionshield Coster, so he suspects that's where they went. He gives the rogue the same directions.
Linene thinks for a moment, looking disappointed, then thoughtful. "I don't have a wagon of my own, but I can probably work out something with Barthen. Would you mind walking that way with me?"
ian (and i assume the others) will follow Linene.
At about the same time, Linene leads Ian, Herr Doktor, Rock and Gruxx north (after locking up the coster), and Glynquinal leaves Barthen's heading south. The group meets in front of Stonehill Inn.
Glynquinal to the rest of the party, "Well then, are we set to go deal with some pesky Goblins?"
OOC: Linene was taking the larger group to Barthens and you were headed to talk to Toblen about flour.
Gruxx cracks his neck.
”We will be soon. Just gotta acquire a wagon as we’ll be bringing some goods back with us. Good news is we know where we’re headed. Back to the castle we came from.”
Ian to Glyn - "I believe we are ready, but you seem to be on your way somewhere. We will wait here for you" and he sits down next to HDP, who had been trailing along behind Glyn from earlier and now takes a seat in front of the Inn, still working on his new ballad.
Glynquinal smiles at Ian, "I had been, but just looking for the rest of you. Halia turned out to be little more than a thief so that was a waste of time. I'll deal with that problem later"
"I'm going on to Barthen's to inquire about a wagon," Linene says.
Gruxx follows Linene.
Rock will also go with Grux to get the wagon
Ian and HDP follow as well
Glynquinal will pull the rear spot pondering how best to deal with a thief.
Linene leads the group to Barthen's, walking around back instead of entering through the front. One of Barthen's young helpers is there, sitting on a barrel and whittling a piece of wood. He looks up and nods as Linene approaches. The woman gestures at the wagon sitting there, which the party recognizes as the same wagon they brought from Neverwinter. "This wagon free for a few days, Ander?"
Ander shrugs. "Don't know. You'd have to ask the old man."
Linene walks by, patting the youth's shoulder congenially. "You'd better not let Barthen hear you call him that." She leads the group through the back door, through the rear store room, and through another door into the shop up front. Barthen smiles as she enters, not seeming surprised by Linene's use of the backdoor. She asks the proprietor about the wagon, and he says it's available. She looks at the group and then leans in and has a quiet conversation with the man. The two appear to come to an agreement, and Barthen smiles as you.
"I'll have Ander hitch a horse to the wagon, and you're free to take it whenever you're ready. Linene is covering the cost. How long do you think you'll be gone?"
Glynquinal thinking back to the speed of travel in arriving, "A week perhaps. It is hard to tell with Goblins involved. They are crafty little things."
Turning toward the Herr Doktor, "Herr Doktor, how long do you think?"
HDP responds: "I would agree, a week seems like a safe bet, as long as we dont run into any....issues...along the way."
Ian hops into the wagon after its hitched up, calling out to the group: "The day aint getting any younger. Lets get a move on."