Chapter One: A LMoP Adventure

Gruxx will follow to Barthen's provisions.

The group, the dwarf included, heads west along the road from the Sleeping Giant to the Stonehill Inn. Once they pass the Inn, the dwarf and Herr Doktor turn left, heading south. Herr Doktor's movement is not lost on the dwarf, who turns and gives him a surly look, but doesn't stop walking. The others turn right, headed north. Walking at equal speed, the dwarf and Herr Doktor reach the next road and turn east in front of a large building with sturdy stone walls, a pitched wooden roof, and a bell tower at the back. Posted on a board next to the front door is a notice written in Common. It reads: “REWARD — Orcs near Wyvern Tor! Those of a mind to face the orc menace should inquire within.” The notice bears the town’s seal and an indecipherable signature. The dwarf marches right past, up the walk, and into the building. Herr Doktor follows closely behind (assuming). The first room is a kind of reception room, about 20'x10' with some chairs to the left, a small desk to the right, and double doors straight ahead.

A petite elf maiden mans the desk. She stands as the dwarf and Herr Doktor enter. "Grista," the elf says in greeting. Her voice chimes like a bell, but Herr Doktor notes alarm disguised as surprise. "What brings —?"

"Where's the townmaster?" the dwarf growls, cutting the elf off.

"Well ... um ... that's kind of an interesting question," the elf replies, looking a little nervous. The dwarf gives her a look of exacerbation, which only increases the elf's disposition. "You see," the elf continues, not looking the dwarf in the eye, "the townmaster was ... well, the townmaster isn't the townmaster ... well, Master Wester, I mean —"

"What are you prattlin' on about?!" the dwarf almost yells. "Where's the townmaster? I have important business!"

The elf squeaks, then tries to smile pleasantly, but she doesn't manage more than a grimace. "Master Wester was sent home. He's no longer the townmaster," the elf says quickly. A little sob escapes her, but she puts a hand to her mouth to stop the emotion.

The dwarf appears taken aback, but she finally continues, "Not the townmaster? What? He just quit?"

The elf shakes her head, still covering her mouth. "He was ... fired," the elf says, another sob escaping her.

Now the dwarf looks perplexed. She takes a step toward the elf, pointing a finger back at Herr Doktor. "These strangers broke into my tavern. Who do I talk to about getting justice if the townmaster has been fired? What do you mean 'fired'? Who has the power to fire Wester as townmaster?"

The elf closes her eyes and takes a deep breath to calm herself. Opening her eyes again, she says, "His name is Sildar Hallwinter. He came in this morning and took over. He says he's with the Lords' Alliance, and that they've given him the power to become the new townmaster, and that Master Wester can go back to banking." By the end, the elf is once again speaking through tears as if this is the saddest thing she's ever had to endure.

The dwarf puts both middle fingers to her temples as she takes a deep breath. "Ok, I don't care who it is — Wester or Hallwinter — but I need the townmaster. Where's this Hallwinter, then?"

The elf sniffs a couple times, then says, "He's out. He's been visiting all the shops to introduce himself."

Grista turns and pushes past Herr Doktor rather harder than she needed to, muttering, "Daft girl," as she steps back out into the sun.

OOC: Herr Doktor, do you continue to follow Grista?

The group who went north finds Barthen's Provisions just where they left it two days prior and enter. Barthen is behind the counter. He looks up as Glynquinal enters. "Well, hello, again. Still in town? What can I do for you today?"

Glynquinal greets the man warmly, "Oh good. I was hoping I heard the name of your shop correctly from my friend Rock. I'm needing a few supplies to keep my friends and in in good stead if we are to deal with more Redbrands and other sundry adventures."

Going over a list he's memorized in his head, "I need to find a pouch suitable for carrying small components. I also need to find some fine sand, rose petals, a small amount of fleece. If you have a healer's kit that would be useful as well. We seem to run into complications regularly. If you have any paper and ink suitable for copying arcane language, that would be helpful too."

Barthen smiles at the elf and moves around the counter to walk among the aisles. "Magical items," the human says knowingly. He takes Glynquinal to the end of one aisle, reaches up on a shelf and pulls down a wooden box. The box is simple, yet beautifully made and stained. Barthen opens the lid and within are three nondescript pouches. He plucks one out and holds it up before Glynquinal. "You'll find this is well stocked for most of your component needs. It costs 25 gold." After replacing the box, he turns to the opposite shelf and points at (3) two vials containing a red liquid held upright by a stand. "I currently have two potions of healing. They are 50 gold each. But as for your fancy paper and ink," Barthen says a little apologetically, "I don't carry anything like that, and I'm not sure you're going to find anyone in Phandalin who does. You might be surprised, though. You'd just have to ask around."

Glynquinal responds, " I will have to seek counsel for the healing potions. We haven't yet set up a general fund for such expenses. As for the pouch I would be interested in picking up on now. I may be back later for another should the need arise. Do you know of anyone around that can identify items? We do have several that need looked at."

Gathering the coin and reluctantly placing it on the counter, Glynquinal picks up the pouch, and stashes on his body. Satisfied for the moment, he returns outside to take a look at the people going by while waiting for Rock and Ian.

Rock will go to Glyn 

Ian also stays with Glyn.

he says “let’s go find the good doctor. I think he was following that dwarf woman”

ian returns back to the spot where HDP split off.

With the shorter elf leading the way Glynquinal opts for following Ian looking for signs of a shop that might sell gems along the way.

OOC: Has anyone kept track of what we have earned for coin, and other items as we have been going along? I have a count of all but I think 2 encounters to help out with that.

Gruxx wants to stay back at the door of the shop to keep an eye out for the angry dwarf.

"Glyn we need to get some stuff looked at so we can use or sell, dose this guy do that here or is there someone that will do it in town"?

Glynquinal looks over his shoulder to his large friend Rock, "I don't know, I didn't ask. Finding some of the supplies I was looking for distracted me. I have one more thing I need to find, but I'm not sure if I could pay for it right now. Perhaps we should take another look at the poster offering a reward for dealing with Orcs."

Rock will ask inside shop if they can identify or know someone that can.

Rock will enter the shop to ask about identity objects

OOC: What has happened to our half-elf friend? I was waiting for a post following the scene at the townmaster's hall.

"Do you know of anyone around that can identify items?" Glynquinal asks Barthen. "We do have several that need looked at." Rock, standing nearby, agrees, adding that they have items they'd like to sell.

"Identify items?" Barthen asks, a little confused. "What kind of items?"

Ian excuses himself, saying he's going to go find Herr Doktor. He passes by Gruxx, and as he walks south toward the Stonehill Inn, he notices the dwarf woman rejoining the main road, but turning and walking further south. From the way she is stomping down the road, and the wide berth passersby are giving her, Ian surmises her mood hasn't improved.

Glynquinal still following his fellow Rogue and seeing the sour look on the Dwarven woman's face as she heads down the road calls out to her, "May you have the day you deserve." 

To Ian, "Perhaps there is some justice in this world after all."

OOC: were there any shops along the way from Barthens that looked right kind for selling gems?

Ian says to Glyn, Perhaps.

OOC Did Ian see where the Dwarven lady came from? 

"No", Glynquinal replies, "But she had been going to see the Townmaster so we should probably start there. I hope she trips somewhere along the way and smashes into a nice big pile of something awful."

Rock will show the shopkeeper the eye patch to see if he can tell anything about it