Petmailer can’t stand Adrian’s sneering face any longer and punches him as hard as he can, right in the face.  “There is hope for you yet Ignar.  As for this one” he points his dagger at Adrian - “I really can’t stand this lump of shit any longer.”  He sheathes the dagger and pulls out the Morningstar, hovering....

"Adrian!" Ignar shouts in warning, but the redhead obviously doesn't seem to care he's about to be killed. His expression is still smug.

"Go ahead, this town is soon going to be nothing but ashes anyways. I'll be in my queen's lair laughing as you all burn to death." He says, much to the half-orc's disbelief and horror.

After a pregnant pause, waiting for the reaction of others, Petmailer says “Right, let’s get on with this.  I can’t stand him any longer.”  He brings the Morningstar down on him as hard as he can.

Attack :  21.  Damage. :  5

Afterwards, Petmailer looks up at Ignar and says “I could tell that I was never going to be able to convince Adrian.  A shame, really.”  He takes a rag that happens to be on the couch and dabs off any blood that may have gotten on his armor or the cloak.  He begins to change back to his usual leather armor, taking off the face mask and storing the cultist robe. 

“But you understand, don’t you Ignar?  This is the wrong path for you.  I want you to grow old and raise tiny little Ignars, perhaps turn to farming, or smithing, or whatever you like.  Just not this.”  He hefts the Morningstar and regards it.  “More of a longbow elf myself, but this gets the job done.  Anyway, I have a feeling that something terrible is about to happen, we need to move along and get out of here.”  He looks at the others and seems unreadable, busying himself with straightening his armor.  “I appreciate your directions to the camp, we should be able to find it from there, right?”

Adrian coughs blood when the spiked ball slams against him, and whatever mockery was going to come out of his mouth dies along with him.

Ignar watches as his hateful companion takes a last few pained breaths before expiring, before he acknowledges the elf's words. "Farming, smithing... That's easy for you to say." He grumbles with a sorrowful expression. 

"If you and your group really wish to go to the camp, you should be able to find it, but prepare yourselves first. It's not going to be easy." He warns.

Suddenly, there's a sound, a gentle tapping: There appears to be something small currently tapping at the entrance door.

Kane gets up. “I’ll get it.” he says. He is about to open the door when he stops. He then decides to look out a window Or the door’s peephole if it has one to see who is knocking. 

When you look through the peephole, you don't see nothing at first... Until a dark feathered wing obscure your vision for a second. There's movement before you get a glimpse of a crow's eye and beak, and what looks like paper.

The bird continues softly knocking at the door with its beak.

Kane calls out towards his group. “It’s just a messenger bird.” Kane opens the door and lets the bird perch in his hand. “Hello there, my little friend. What news do you bring?” Kane takes the paper and reads it. 

Petmailer sends a message to Harmony saying “How was your encounter at the temple?  We need to warn these people they are about to be attacked.”  He then speaks out loud, “Anyone we should tell about these matters?  Governor Nighthill?”  He turns to Kane, “Hmm, what could happen next?”

The letter is on a string tied to the crow's neck. As soon as you take the letter from it, the crow flaps its wings and caws before taking flight to leave.

The letter says as follows:

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Petmailer sends a message to Harmony saying “How was your encounter at the temple?  We need to warn these people they are about to be attacked.”  He then speaks out loud, “Anyone we should tell about these matters?  Governor Nighthill?”  He turns to Kane, “Hmm, what could happen next?”

 “Mr. Nighthill is expecting us.” Kane says to Petmailer. “Did you get everything from the prisoners? We should drop them off at the Tavern, drop off Leyding at the temple, and then look for the camp. Agreed?”

Harmony replies, "The priest was kind. He was visiting with a monk who was tracking the cult. Azrael asked him to draw some sort of map and was going to come back later to retrieve it."

"Sounds like a plan." She heads into the kitchen where Leyding is and crouches next to her. "Leyding, we're going to bring you to stay with Eadyan until your dad is back. Does that sound okay?"

Leyding finishes what she was eating and turns to Harmony. "Eadyan?" She asks happily with a tail wag, but her excitement suddenly fades and her ears drop as she softly answers. "...But Dad says that I can't go outside. Can I? Is really okay to go? Can I go out there?"

Her tail is still wagging, she seems as excited by the idea of finally going outside as she is fearful of it. 

Petmailer lifts the Morningstar and says to it "I'll call you Gilraen.  You helped us quite a bit back there."  He puts away the Morningstar and pulls out his longbow again.  "Let's walk this one (he points at Ignar) to Eadyan and turn him over to him.  Are those kobolds still upstairs?  Don't make me pull out Gilraen again.  Hopefully he can handle our little convoy of prisoners, right?  After we settle that let's head to meet with Nighthill and give him the news."  Petmailer gets ready to move.  "Nurm, where are you?  Have you handled the kobolds?  We are going to look like an even odder lot marching out of here than we did coming in..."

Harmony chuckles softly at her excitement. "Yes, you can go outside, but only for a little bit." She thinks for a moment, then begins digging around in her pack for something. "Not everyone who sees you is going to know that you're nice. They might be confused or scared, so it's probably best if you hide yourself." She finds what she's looking for - a long, grey cloak. The hood has a deep cowl and a strange wire structure built in, intended to prop up the fabric above her horns and create the illusion of a smooth head.

"This probably won't be the most comfortable, but it will keep you safe." If Leyding doesn't protest, Harmony helps her put on the cloak and pull up the hood. It's way too big on her, but it's the best she could come up with on short notice. She then leads her back into the main room with the others.

Leyding cooperates as she puts on the cloak, understanding vaguely than it will keep her safe outside. The cloak might indeed be too big, but that works out as it means that it will hide her tail better. "It smells like you!" She notes, excited again. "Thank you."

When you lead her back with the others, she has to do her best to not trip on the oversized cloak, but she's managing. "How do I look?" She asks Kane and the others with a goofy grin on her muzzle.

((Waiting on Nurm and Gunra now))

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Leyding cooperates as she puts on the cloak, understanding vaguely than it will keep her safe outside. The cloak might indeed be too big, but that works out as it means that it will hide her tail better. "It smells like you!" She notes, excited again. "Thank you."

When you lead her back with the others, she has to do her best to not trip on the oversized cloak, but she's managing. "How do I look?" She asks Kane and the others with a goofy grin on her muzzle.

((Waiting on Nurm and Gunra now))

 “You look great,” Kane says. He takes the drawing of him slaying the dragon. “Here, why don’t you keep this? That way you have something to remember us by. And I promise we will find your dad. But until then, you are going to be staying with Eadyan. Okay?” 

Gunra, hearing the party prepare to leave, rejoins the others. Nurm's message would have to wait. He emerges, noticing Leyding's modest disguise - evidently Harmony's handiwork.

The pup's fear seemed to be under control. That was good. Nobody stayed on the beach forever.

When Kane voices his approval of the outfit, Gunra nods his agreement before glancing silently around the house. Milo was going to have quite the cleaning bill, it seemed.

Leyding takes the drawing and stares at Kane for moment. "...You are going to leave too?" She asks with a whimper before cheering up at the prospect of having Milo back. "Yes, I keep it! I wait with Eadyan till Dad and you are back! I will wait."

With everything ready, the party leaves the house: Nurm arrives with the kobolds and marches with them,carrying the red kobold while the caster one, still gagged and with his hands tied, seems to follow him obediently. Ignar walks in silence as Petmailer keeps a close watch on him.

Even with the prisioners coming along, the walk to the Temple is a peaceful one. The sun has set, and some stars and the crescent moon can already be seen on the darkening sky. A gentle evening breeze washes over the fields, and owls can be heard from somewhere out of sight. Being the first time she's outside, Leyding is sniffing and looking at all directions, taking it all in, and would have obviously started running through the fields by now if she was walking alone.

The Temple is well lit, and there's a soft glow coming from inside, iluminating the stained glass windows. Looking at the captured cultists, you can see zealous hatred on the kobolds' eyes at seeing the religious artwork, while Ignar's is one of complete indifference.

As you all enter, Eadyan is about to welcome you when he is interrupted by the hooded gnoll running towards him to greet him with a hug. "Eadyan, Eadyan! Hello!"

"...Leyding?" The elf asks in both confusion and obvious relief. "Hello, my little miracle. What are you doing here?"

Putting the gnoll aside to speak with you all, he looks over the prisioners before adressing you. "Welcome back. Leosin is inside still working on the maps. Are these... cultists?" He asks, looking at the kobolds and the half-orc. "If so, we'll need to immediately move them downstairs and into separate rooms so they can't spy our conversation or have them planning with each other. But by Chauntea, please do tell me... What happened here? Is any of you hurt?"

"You should be proud of her. She was very brave," Gunra states. The tortle's body language suggests he is uncomfortable in this place too, but there is no hint of distaste or enmity in his voice. "I'm a little bruised, but nothing major. Not so good with the details of what happened though. . . ."

He looks to the rest of the party, leaving the story be told by another 

Petmailer says to Eadyan "Hello, my name is Petmailer Nailo, it is nice to meet you.  We do have a number of things to discuss.  These are indeed cultists and I would feel better if they are separated downstairs as you say before we discuss things any further."  Petmailer turns to Ignar "This one, perhaps, may turn away from their path, it is not clear yet.  See what you think.  But after they are handled we really need to discuss Milo and other pressing matters...."