Lost Mine of Phandelver

"Well that's good to know," Vanzaren says, dumping the lead from his purse when he notices it. "Now then, perhaps you'd like to see Gundren? Maybe try to convince him that trying to find that mine of his without other people is a bad idea?"

OOC: If nothing pops ups, Garet will try to find blacksmith to get some armor upgrades. If no success / more free time he will help local farmers with their crops using the long version of Plant Growth spell and also will collect nature items required for his spells 

"Well he's getting help whether he wants it or not. I didn't wade through hobgoblins, changelings, and bugbears to not see this cave." says Rigel as he separates out the lead. 

"Gundren! You found him alive! That's wonderful news!" exclaims SIldar. "Edermath, we'll have to put this undead business on hold for a few days...send animal messengers to the various prospecting claims that all miners should avoid Old Owl Well...probably out to a 5-mile radius, until we can deal with them. For now, Iet's find that surly dwarf and raise our flagons!!"

Assuming the party is staying at the Stonehill Inn, Sildar makes his way there immediately. Upon arriving, he greets Gundren warmly and orders/pays for drinks for everyone in the tavern. Sildar also plops a silk bag containing 500 gold pieces into Rigel's hand. "I trust you'll give the others their share, yes?" he says to the ranger.

While Sildar carries on the impromptu homecoming party (which is quickly a busy affair when word spreads that he is paying the bar tab) the others have a chance to visit various patrons around town to finish making their preparations for the journey to come.

Rigel accepts the sack of gold saying, "Of course. In fact speaking of the others, I think I'll go check on Marcon." Rigel heads off to check on Marcon. 

As Rigel nears the top of the stairs leading from the large entrance room to the upper floor where the guest rooms are located, he can already hear the sound of loud, long snores coming from inside Marcon's room. He opens the door to Marcon's quarters and finds him sleeping soundly on the bed, his chest rising and falling in time with the gargantuan snores. Though it is only mid-afternoon and bright light pours through the west-facing window, these conditions seem to have no effect on the farmboy's deep sleep.

Elsewhere, Vanzaren takes stock of his possessions and finds two spell scrolls that he'd forgotten about...retrieved from the footlocker in Glasstaff's private quarters, deep in the catacombs under Tresendar Manor. He spends a few hours studying the cyphers and discovers that he is in possession of a scroll of charm person and a scroll of fireball.

Rigel leaves Marcon to rest and goes to join the others in the common room. He divides the reward and distributes each members share keeping Marcon's until the he wakes.  Just as Rigel is about to leave he sees Mirna Drenbar enter the Stonehill. Going over to her, he greets her warmly, "Mirna! So good to see you!" Taking her by the elbow he gently leads her over to a quieter area before continuing, "I believe I have something that belongs to you." Taking the emerald necklace from where he had stashed it he presents it to the woman. "It was right were you said it would be." 

"Oh, my! You've recovered it!" exclaims the young woman in disbelief. "I surely thought I'd never lay eyes on that again! But please - keep it as recompence for saving me and my children from the clutches of those dastardly red-sashed men! I must insist!" She closes Rigel's hand around the heirloom, which did look as though it might fetch more than just a few gold pieces."Take it to Halia - you'll get a decent price for it anyways. Buy ye some better armor, or maybe a few night's in Toblen's luxury room! Ye could probably use a bath, from the smell of ye," she chuckles warmly.

"Thank you, though I will not sell it and instead shall wear it in remembrance." Rigel bows and as he rises place the necklace over his head and tucks it inside his shirt. He leaves the party and heads over to the Lionshield Coster to see Linene. He greets her with "Good to see you again Linene. Have you recovered the goods we secured for you? If so I was wondering if we could discuss a trade instead of the finders fee we discussed? I could use a Chain shirt if you have one."

"Salutations, huntsman," chimes Linene Greywind in response to Rigel's greeting, "I am glad to see the wilds have not claimed you yet. I have recovered the missing shipment and thank you again for your assistance in the matter. I'd be more than happy to extend you a line of store credit in lieu of the previously agreed upon bounty. In fact, I believe I have a chain shirt among the crates of the recovered caravan shipment, though I'm not sure you'll ever get the smell of that disgusting goblin cave out of it..."

The grisled shopkeep walks over to a barrel near the entrance and removes the lid. The strong smell of brine wafts into the room as she pulls forth a garment made of small interlocking rings and let's the fluid drain back into the large wooden container. She then rolls the item in a drity towel and slings it back and forth several times to further remove the residual liquid. Afterwards, she lays out the armor on the countertop for Rigel to inspect.

"How's that my dear? Clean enough for you?" she questions.

While the others depart with Sildar, Garet stays behind to talk with Deren Edermath about his orchard. After some discussion about regional cultivation techniques, the firbolg offers to bless the half-elf's land with nature magic to assist in this year's growing season.

Midway through Garet's 8-hour ritual, a breeze blows a distressed playbill into the orchard, which swirls around several trees and eventually slams itself onto the cleric's back. Ignoring it at first, the wind continues to whip one corner of the paper up and down, creating quite a distraction for Garet. While continuing to focus on his meditative prayer, he reaches behind him an snatches the paper from his back and stuffs it into the first pocket his hand can find without looking at it.

Immediately after doing so, the wind dies down and Garet is able to continue on with his ritual blessing uninterrupted...

With newfound gold in his pockets, Vanzaren decidea to pay the shrine to Tymora a visit.

Vanzaren approaches the shrine at the village center, which is little more than a pile of similar-sized flagstones arranged at square angles and adorned with candles, coins and small trinkets. As the wizard approaches, Sister Garaele addresses him without ever breaking her prayerful pose or opening her eyes: "Greetings, colorful one...may the blessings of Tymora be on you this day..."

At that very moment, a strong breeze blows a cluster of rubbish past Vanzaren. Several pieces of trash cartwheel across the open plain of the town square, however one battered piece of paper slams against the wizard's foot and is held in place there by the symetrical force of the rushing winds, distributed equivalently on both sides of his colorful bootheel.

"And with you as well," Vanzaren says as he bends down to pick up the paper. "Lady Luck has bestowed me with some rather interesting texts on my last adventure," he adds, "I know you're no scribe of Oghma, but perhaps you'd care to have a look?"

"Thank you! This should do nicely." Says Rigel. Suddenly a bit of left over goblin stench hits his nose making him wince. " You weren't wrong about the smell., but it should be tolerable" he chuckles. "He goes on to say," Your ware should be safer on the road now. In case you haven't heard we've banished the redbrands for now as well as taken care of that skirge of a bugbear, Grol. We even managed to dispatch a young green dragon. Thank you for the line of credit but I'd rather pay now if you don't mind." He places the appropriate amount on the counter before thanking the smith once again and then heading back to the Stonehill.

Garet will go back to tavern were Marcon sleeps and order a dinner and a bath..if any matches his size. Next he will rest at one of the tables eating, drinking milk and polishing his father shield. At some point he will probably read the note from his pocket

Rigel arrives back at the Stonehill to find Garret relaxing and polishing his shield.

"Hello there good friend! You seem to be enjoying yourself. Say I'm sure you noticed that Marcon's clothes seemed to be in a bit of disrepair. I just saw Marina around here just a bit ago. You remember her. She was the woman we rescued from the Red brands. Turns out she is the town seamstress. Do you think we should see if she might have a new set of clothes for him?"

While Garet ponders his answer to Rigel's question, he fishes out of his pocket the bothersome paper that had disturbed his prayers in Edermath's orchard:

"I did a little m..mending m..magic but we sh..should get something better f..for...what is that?" Garet looks surprised at the poster and stretches it on the table in front of him 

SISTER GARAELE TO VANZAREN:

"Certainly, my dear. The collection and interpretation of lore is hardly my specialty, but I will assist if I can. Phandalin has yet to find and hire its token crackpot mage, so until we do, I guess it will have to be a team effort. Show me what texts you have found."