Six moves to do as instructed, helping with the bar gratefully. "Our thanks for not turning us away," he offers. 

Alkyn laughs at Toberion's comment about the recruits skills, then glances back out the gate, relief plain on his face. "Well met Toberion! I am Alkyn"

He glaces around at the defences then adds "We saw X gnolls and perhaps Y hyenas. They were about an hour behind us, but have been gaining" he says, as he scans the horizon for signs of pursuit. 

Perception: 15 (passive 16)

"If you don't mind, perhaps you can suggest a place to stable out horses, and for us to stay, and once that's settled, I'll be back to help..."

(( I don't actually recall numbers of hyenas or gnolls...he had OK perception rolls earlier when they first appeared .. he would relay the numbers as best he knows them ))

Toberion gives a grunt at that. "Alright, more than ten, maybe as many as twenty. They won't try to storm the wall then; Gnolls are cowards when the odds aren't in their favour. They might try to sneak in when it gets dark. Either way, I reckon we're safe for now."   You hear the bell beginning to ring out, and the sound of running feet. People start sticking their heads out of nearby windows to see what is going on, as a bunch of young dragonborn come hurrying towards the gate, most of them still strapping on piecemeal armour over their clothes. 

Tristan frowns "They looked like they had a purpose. I would suggest you increase the guard tonight, just in case." He speaks in a tone that makes sure it will be taken as a suggestion "Do you know anywhere I can buy ammunition for a revolver?"

Ashanti decided to lead the horse once told where they were to be housed and then head back to the wall in case the gnolls did attack.

Sinsil is going to post up with Ashanti. "So, I gather you don't like me much." She says as she stares up the road.

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Sinsil is going to post up with Ashanti. "So, I gather you don't like me much." She says as she stares up the road.

 " Why do you say that? I consider you my sister.  My shorter, grumpier annoying sister who I love deeply despite her many faults.", she grinned.

Sinsil, for the first time since joining the party, is rendered speachless. "I... You... Sister?"

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Sinsil, for the first time since joining the party, is rendered speachless. "I... You... Sister?"

 " Totally."

" I could braid your hair while we wait to kill gnolls."

Sinsil pats her smooth bald head confused... Then she starts to laugh out loud. "Hahaha you scoundrel." 

(Sinsil is a deep gnome, no natural hair growth on her head. But I'm paying it off as if that was a joke.)

( Oops...I thought it was just the males that were bald.  But lets call it a joke. :) )

Toberion looks interestedly at Tristan's pistol. "Never seen one of those before in real life. You could try old Morrgum, the alchemist. If anyone in town has chemicals, it's him." He starts barking orders at his guard recruits as they stand at various levels of attention. "Noye, take their mounts to the stables behind the Starosta's office. Then you might as well tell her about the gnolls, not that the empire will be any bloody use. Agriss, Harwin, go run to the farmers with flocks outside the wall; they'll all be targets with that pack out there. The rest of you lot, get up on the roofs and keep a lookout." He turns to nod at the party. "I don't reckon we'll see 'em yet, and respectfully, you all look like crap. You wanna go grab some sleep in the guard's bunkhouse? It's not far, as we may need all your swords soon..."

Ashanti nodded, " As you say, kip can't hurt."

She headed to get some sleep....or at least a cat nap.

Sinsil will follow along for a rest.

Alkyn looks relieved, "Aye. A rest would be very welcome."

He follows the others to the guard house.

Sinsil ritual casts nystul's magic aura to mask the magic of her key.

You make your way through the town, which mostly consists of wood and stone buildings with steeply angled roofs to shed the snow. Many are carved with elaborate images of dragons, and you spot a couple of crude shrines to Bahamut on your way. The guard house is a small stone building barely large enough for a round battered table, a squat iron stove complete with dented tea kettle and several bunks crammed in at the back. Dozing at the table is a portly white scaled ravenite, who jerks awake as you enter. 

“What’s all this commotion? Wh- well bless my bones! That can’t be young master Tristan!”

You recognise the scarred face of Horass Brightfang, your father’s old master at arms.

“We haven't seen you for years boy! Where on earth have you been hiding? Sit down lad, and introduce your friends” He says with a jovial tone, bustling about getting cups. 

Tristan squints at the dragonborn for a second "If that ain't old Horass! I can't say I expected you to be here, but I can't tell you how glad I am that you are!" He walks over and pulls the old man into an embrace. When everyone is settled over drinks, Tristan introduces his companions. He briefly explains what has happened in the year since he left,  with more detail on the party's most recent endeavours. "How about you? Is there any news from ho- from my family?"

(Apologies for the late replies, I had a family emergency ugh) 

Six is quite happy to take up the guard on an offer of rest, trailing tiredly after the others. He can't help but be curious of the dragonborn town, given the stories he's heard of it. 

The older Dragonborn's eyes dim a bit at your question. "Ah- still wandering I heard. They seem to be staying with different noble families until they outstay their welcome- then moving on. Seems they can't accept things are different these days. Word is, your father is promising powerful favours to his hosts in Rexxentrum when Draconia is finally restored". He shrugs. "Your kid brother seems to be following his lead. Shame, I had hopes for that one." 

He appears to shake off his melancholy and focus a lopsided grin on the rest of you, listening intently to your stories. "Good to know my boy's fallen in with study types. Gnolls is it? Well, my knees aren't what they used to be, but I bet a gold piece I can still swing a sword better than the lot of you- two times out of three, anyway. Retirement was getting a bit too dull for my liking". He starts piling crossbows on the tables and carefully checking the mechanisms as you talk. 

A couple of hours pass, and darkness falls outside the cosy room. Horass entertains anyone who will listen with embarrassing stories from Tristan's childhood, keeping the mood light. You have time for a short rest, or to get at least a couple of hour's sleep, staving off exhaustion.