Kwisatz quickly gives 20g to everyone, and puts another 20 into the group stash. He then says “We’ll gladly help where we can sir. While we’re off, can you please do us a favor as well though? If you have any scouts or ways to get news of the area, I’d very much like to know if the dragon has attacked elsewhere, and if so what it may have taken in any of the attacks. I do not yet understand it’s motivations for attack, and would like to learn more.” He’s then happy to start the trek with the group to get things underway.

"Is there someone we can talk to in particular at this Dwarven hold?" asks Sael.

Hearing Kwizat's question, Townmaster Harbin says, "Of course. We have been trying to keep track of everywhere the dragon has attacked up to this point as we hear word. It's one of the reasons we've been sending you out: so we can make sure all of our neighbors in the area are safe and to make sure they're aware of the threat. If it wasn't for you, for instance, Gnomengarde might not have been so well defended against the dragon's chaos." 

Then, looking at Sael, he says, "The Dwarven fortress you are to visit is called Axeholm. Truth be told, I'm not really sure whose in charge there, now. It has, unfortunately been many years since we've reached out to make contact with them. But, given these trying times, we want to reach out, now. Hopefully, late is better than never."

Andrømeda swings her greataxe up over her shoulder with a laugh. "Oksholm? Vi vil be fast friends, ja?"

“I’m glad to hear our trips have been instrumental.” Kwisatz says. “Did you have reports from Gnomengarde after the attack? Did they report how they were able to defend it? Did it seem to be looking for anything specific in it’s attack?”

"Since they were aware of the dragon, they had moved deeper into the cave system making it nearly impossible for the dragon to get to them. That definitely wouldn't have been the case if you all hadn't gone there to warn them. As for what it was looking for? No. They didn't say. If I had to guess, it was looking to eat."

"Is det vhat den vanted here? Am ha spent time helping to repair. Dir vas a lot of destruction, but Am didn't hear of de Wyrm making a meal of anyone. Maybe nobody vished to speak of such things." Andrømeda says with a frown. "Wyrms are not so simple as other beasts, Am think. Either vay, vi do vhat vi must, and for de time being, det is going to Oksholm, ja? De sooner, de better."

"No," Harbin says. "No one was eaten. I do believe some livestock was taken, though. And, yes, the sooner we can see what Axeholm's situation is, the better they - and perhaps we - will be."

“No time to waste then.” Kwisatz says. “Let us hope we can arrive before trouble does.”

Sael looks at Rush. "You good?"  She looks at Kwis after his comment.  "I'm ready."

Rush nods at Sael and shoulders his pack, ready to go

Considering everyone has only just re-connected do you all want to rest for the rest of the afternoon/evening, or do you want to just make your way towards Axeholm?

I think a rest is a good idea, followed by an early start

Alright, well, 3/4 say move on. Getting the 15 miles from Phandelin to Axeholm would require a rest on the way, anyway, so, would we be okay with just doing that? We can say that you all gather your things, say your goodbyes, and grab a hot meal from the inn before heading out. 

You can make it about 8 miles before you look for a place to make camp and rest. (Long Rest)

Then, you continue on. 

((Works for me))

The day-and-a-half-long journey to Axeholm from Phandalin takes the party across grassy lowlands that skirt the rocky foothills of the Sword Mountains. The trek passes without incident, though cool winds and rain blowing in from the Sword Coast make the trip far from pleasant.

Thrust out from the base of a dark gray mountain is the entrance to the dwarven fortress — a dark, fifteen-foot-wide passageway flanked by forty-foot-high bulwarks of smooth, seamless stone. An iron portcullis covered with rust blocks the entrance. Arrow slits carved into the bulwarks are dark, revealing no hint of occupation.

Andrømeda walks forward, raising a meaty fist to bang on the portcullis, calling out into the darkness beyond it. "Hels dir! Vi kom from Phandalin! Is dir anybody heim!?"

You hear no response.

Andrømeda waits a moment, hearing nothing, before looking at the others. "Noen ideer?"

Perception Checks:

• Andrømeda: 9
• Kwizats: 20
• Rush: 21
• Sael: 20

For Kwiz, Rush, & Sael: