"No, no , no Zurzg the puppies are pets, companions  not to eat, like my bat."

she hangs her head getting a flashback of Marco's last moments

"but not"

"Do you want one of my rations?"

she says with Sob

“The puppies are with their mother, who is very protectiv of them, but she trusts me a litle bit. If you want you can try to take a look, but i would advise against puting a hand or something inside. I think we bring those two to the jail, and  then we have breakfast in the inn, and you can tell everything to Sildar.”

Nobody just cups his hands and mouths the word 'Thank you' to Moss. As entertaining as it would be to visit some pups, the sooner he could get to study all the picked up from the hideout. The reminder alone is enough to spur him into marching along, expecting the others to eventually catch up or over taking him on the way to the jaihouse. A bit of mute encouragement for the rest, and sidestepping the beginnings of Margret's sobs.

"Ok, maybe we could start a kennel here somewhere. A good honest business. Moss, as long as you think they are safe here, lets get to town."

Disappointed, Zurzg follows the rest of the group, licking his lips as he goes.

"Can you speak with the dog? Moss? I think we need to take her and the pups to the farmers wife ask the dog to treat the woman like her pack and the womans children like her own pups. I am sure the woman would treat them well. The woman needs protection since her husband is dead. This is a dangerous place."

ooc: I know but its worth a try

Moss leads you west along a winding path down the hill into the village. You catch a glimpse of a handfull of people who see you and stop and stare.

“We brought Mirna and her children to a friend of them were they are hiding at the moment, but word got out that the three were rescued and it spread like a wildfire. I think the town regards us as heroes now.” Moss explains. “As for the dogs, they have shelter up there and the babies are still very young. The mother feels comfortable there and doesn’t want to leave at the moment. I think i can convince her to move, but i prefer to do it slowly and naturaly.”

As you aproach the Townhall, Ostran is already waiting for you at the front doors. He looks at your two prisoners and smiles. “We only got two cells here and one is already occupied, so those two have to share the other one.” He leads you through a big hall filled with benches and chairs into a backroom with two cells. You recognize one of the redbrands who attacked you yesterday in one of the cells. “Sildar is over at the in at the moment, and the mayor is moping at his home. Ree’lyn is on top of the belltower keeping watch and Maltake is sleeping right now. How did it go on your end? Do we need to worry about a counterstrike?”

"We," she says with a sigh "cleared out the manor. But Glass staff and one or two other Redbrands escaped. So there may still be danger"

She proceeds to give him the tally of their victims as they stick the two men inside the cells

her stomach growls

"I, we haven't ate this morning, but I would really like to sell off these armor and weapons"

 She smiles 

"Kinda heavy"

"It's r-really troublesome, it is. Their getting away. B-but with their forces depleted as it is, they shouldn't make trouble fer a bit. P-Plus, I have a map! A bit rough one, anyways. But, one that should n-not only point us in the right direction next, after settling various affairs." Nobody said to Moss and the rest with almost a mote of pride in his voice on the way to the prisons.

Once the prisoners are seen to he adds, "I-I should head right to the Inn. There's much to pour over, and I'll need time to start putting things together. If the rest of you wish to head to the coster to off load, now would be a good time. Should be a simple enough transaction." At that, Nobody starts making his way to the Inn. Although if there's concern or reminders about the coin he found, he'll linger long enough to just pass it over to Kai to divvy up and resupply on the spot. The rings he makes no mention of, and keeps on hand for the time being to see about possibly asking Toblen or Sildar about to return to their owners in town; reluctant as he was to part with the pearl.

If passed along, the total coin/gems Nobody recovers comes up to: pouch full of coins ( 56 silver and 34 gold).

Zurzg nods sagely as Margret bemoans the heavy load.  "Zurzg like swords, but Zurzg not need this many, Zurzg only have two hands."  He points to the collection of 15 or so swords jangling about his person, making him look like he's wearing a metal kilt.

"Nobody, Perhaps a local like Ostran could help you with the map."

she then replies to Zurzg

"Oh dear, it does look like a dress," She blushes "if I were a male I'd be worried about loosing something."

"Is he now?" Nobody asked, raising a brow in Margret's direction. "Huh... I must've missed that. Would explain part of why he ook up Barthen's job." He shrugs. "I'll come back later for that then, since it sounds the easiest. Other books to look through and all that, a-anyhow. B-but good looking out, Margret." At that he gives Zurzg's metal kilt one last confused look on his way out for the Inn.

"Oh sorry nobody remember I'm a late comer  to this group. Perhaps you can find a local,"

Nobody is going to the Stonehill Inn to have breakfast, meet Sildar and check his bags, what is everyone else doing?

Margret thinks for a second and her stomach growls again.

"It's better I guess that we follow Nobody remember what happened the last time we split up."

Adjusting her load, she starts towards the Inn.

"Most likely everyone will be there anyway. Ostran do you need anything from the Stonehill?"

Zurzg organises a few weapons momentarily to make himself more comfortable, huffing and mumbling in complaint at not immediately getting rid of the equipment, before toddling off after the tiefling, clanking as he goes.

Ostran replies: “ Nah, i’m fine. Thank you. I’ll get something when Maltake comes back from his break.”

You leaf the Townmaster Hall and go with Moss over to the Stonehill Inn. She will give Zurzg a hand with carying the weapons. You find Sildar sitting at one of the tables writeing a letter. The sound of the opening door made him look up and he waves you over. 

If you aproach, he will shift some papers to make space on the table.

As soon as Nobody locks eyes on Sildar, he sighs in relief and makes his way on over. "It is g-good to see you, Sir Sildar. The rest shouldn't b-be far behind. And I'd like to say that we were--" He hesitates there, and after a brief pause, the shoulders sag in defeat. "M-mostly successful. Glasstaff, th-the leader, if you haven't already been told, got away, along with a -- I think, subordinates. One of them was masquerading as a body at the bottom of crevice -- it was an interesting night, t-to the least." He admitted.

"O-on the plus side, he shouldn't cause t-trouble fer a while, at least. A-and we did dig up a few clues as well." Nobody at which point began taking out the various notes and books from his pack, and stacking them on the table. It is the burnt paper, which he still continued to handle with care, that is passed over to Sildar for inspection. "It isn't much, and there's q-quite a bit here that I'm gonna have to likely study on my own... b-but, between the bugbears we fought and that, it doesn't f-feel like coincidence. He is -- was? Probably still is working with s-someone else."

From there, unless someone else came in at that point to further relay ALL that happened, the tiefling does so himself as succinctly as possible; including the mysterious voice, the captured redbrands, and crude map to elsewhere. "... O-oh, and.. there are these two as well. Wasn't sure who to speak to in regards to finding their owners." He then pulls out the two rings; one containing a pearl that appeared to hold Nobody's lingering attention, and the other seemed more fanciful. "We...didn't learn about what happened t-to your other friend... Sorry."

(To DM: Did we also level up from that whole hideout events, or still a ways for now?)

"Zurzg stab many red-cloaks, and take red-cloak weapons."  The goblin provides his own, far more concise, version of events, and proudly shows off the spoils of war: the alchemy tools, the eye patch with the blue stone, a gold earring set with a tiny ruby, a gold ring, and of course, his red 'red-cloak' cloak.