"You seem awfully calm about the new pointy bits... I mean.. they look GOOD.. don't get me wrong." Chip would say with a smile, making sure not to make Rhogar self conscious. "I suppose knowing that they are a good thing would help with that.. Well if you are happy with them, then i hope you get even more!" The brass scaled dragonborn would say as he casually rubs his hands all over his scaly head to see if he can 

Rekuberk nods as he takes the maul, lifting it to find that he likes the balance. He moves to put it on his back but then realized he has no place for it due to his greatsword. With a shrug he decides to gather leather later on to make a strap for the large hammer. "I thank you for your words. It seems small but other then our mishap with the healer we are making a name for ourselves here."

“Chill. If you feel so strongly about escorting this person to his mine, you better make haste as well. We will get the wagon going, but we will go slow to wait for you.”

"Kill two birds with one stone is what mama always said.  I'll find him and we'll catch up."

And with that Chill heads into town to find the man.

The party heads northeast, skirting the foothills of the Sword Mountains. The mine is only 15 miles from Phandalin so you should arrive sometime in the early afternoon.

Chill is able to locate Don-Jon Raskin at the Stonehill inn. The man has a riding horse to ride along with a draft horse to carry his gear. Chill is able to ride the draft horse and with a fast pace they are able to catch up to the party in the wagon.

Together you make your way toward the mine.

Along the way you learn that the Mountain’s Toe Gold Mine is owned by a business consortium in Neverwinter. It has been troubled by recent productivity problems. The owners have hired a no-nonsense overseer named Don-Jon Raskin to sort things out.

Full of bluster and stories of his great exploits, Don-Jon Raskin walks and talks like a giant. He has worked as a gold prospector, miner, fur trader, privateer, and whaler. He even ran a trading post on the outskirts of Neverwinter for a few seasons.

When the party gets within five miles of the mine you see something of interest.

A low ridge rises to your right, beyond which you see the Sword Mountains scrape the gray sky. But closer in, something is strewn across the rocky ground ninety feet ahead.
“Well, ain’t that something,” says Don-Jon, pointing at what appear to be six dead orcs.

Kazri raises her hand in a fist for the party to halt. Realizing what she just did, she lowers her hand. “Friends, please wait here. I will investigate the dead Orcs.” She wields Nature’s Grasp and her large shield and go check on the dead bodies.

"Maybe you should shoot one with a bow.. or throw your bendy stick thing at one while they are on the ground.." Chip would suggest from the back of the wagon. "They could just be pretending!" He would shout towards the orcs, looking to see if they move. 

Krom also dismounts from the cart wielding his warhammer and shield and checks the group surroundings for possible hidden threats. Perception 21  plus Guidance 3 "Be careful lass!" shouts to Kazri, "It may be a trap or maybe some  monsters killed those orcs". 

"I do not think an Orc of all beings would pretend to be dead for an ambush, Mr. Chip. But the bendy stick thing isn't a bad idea." Rhogar said, and yet stays in the driver seat of the wagon. Fishing out a set of rocks from his pouch of pebbles, each are enchanted with a golden hue and offered to those still by and at the wagon. Soon as the last one leaves his hand, the Bronze Scaled dragonborn shudders pror to words in draconic sputtering out; an incantation to alien even for Chip to fully understand.

A thin sheathe of ice crawls over his skin and clothing. And yet, aside from momentary confusion, the dragonborn doesn't appear harmed by the sudden layer of frost armor(Warlock Slot).

When Kazri attempts to speak to the draft horse it only looks at her with a blank look on its face.  No one, it seems, has ever given the animal a name.  All it seems to know about is the stall it spent the last night in and the feed it was given.

When you come across the dead orcs Kazri moves forward to inspect the bodies.  They are clad in hide armor, and their greataxes and javelins litter the ground around them.

A Medicine check please from Kazri

Kazri cautiously approaches the bodies, and examines the first one. (Medicine: 21)

Looking at dead orcs Kazri is able to determine that extreme cold killed the orcs no more than half a tenday ago, perhaps less.

Kazri signals to the party that it is safe to approach. “It seems that we may have found evidence that this Dragon does exists. These bodies seemed to be have been frozen over a couple of days ago.” She looks at Don-Jon. “Mr. Raskin, are you sure that you wish to continue? There might be a Dragon nearby this area.”

Rekuberk looks the orcs over from a distance but shrugs as he slowly begins to lower his new maul from his back. Even if there were no immediate threats he was eager to Christen his new weapon with combat.

Don-Jon responds to Kazei.

“Looks like a white dragon saved us from some trouble.  I've been hired to do a job, I'm not about to let some orcs or even a dragon keep me from completing it.   I don't give up so easily. "

He looks towards your destination. 

"I'm ready to carry on when you are."

"Are all you westerners are as brave as you are foolhardy?" The Bronze-scaled of the dragonborn lets out a deep belly chuckle. Then, his expression suddenly turns serious as he looks over the rest of his party. "Seems either way there's no turning back now. Not with our other job awaiting attention. If there arms and armor can be used for Master Krom, let's have them quick, and be off." He turns to Don-Jon. "Though it goes without SAYING... Do be careful after we're gone. And we will endeavor to check on you eventually on the way back."

(OOC: We havn't successfully delivered him to his location yet have we? Otherwise yeah, let's pick up the metal and book it away from here.)

(@Wreck: We haven't. Sorry for the confusing wording there.)

Kazri raises an eyebrow. “As you wish Mr. Raskin.” She walks ahead of the wagon. As they get closer to the mine, she ask the party to slow down, and she will check ahead. (Perception: 15). She makes sure that it is safe for them to proceed.