Our adventure continues as the sun rises over the rooftops of Phandalin, a small mining town nestled in the foothills of the Sword Mountains. Golden beams slant onto the rough logs of the twoscore buildings, and morning glories open along the ruined walls surrounding the newer houses and shops. A slight haze cools the air as the morning dew vanishes in the sunshine. Cockerels crow in the distance among the outlying farmsteads, and the townspeople stir to begin their morning chores.
All is quiet at the Stonehill Inn, though the first handful of breakfast patrons have stumbled in. Elsa, the barmaid, and Trilena, the innkeeper's wife, are bustling around the common room as Toblen Stonehill himself is at the bar. In addition to handing out tankards of ale - unusually fine for a town this small - he also has a note to hand out, from Sildar Hallwinter to those who rescued him from goblins only days past:
From Sildar Hallwinter, Redknife of the Lords' Alliance,
To Serwa Omen & Co.,
Greetings.
I have completed my questioning of the traitor Glasstaff. He does not have the information I was hoping to get from him. He has informed me that this Black Spider for whom he works is a drow searching for Wave Echo Cave. The Black Spider is hoping to find the Forge of Spells there, which - as Gundren Rockseeker may have explained - was used in times past to fashion powerful magical artifacts. Glasstaff himself does not know where Wave Echo Cave is, but the Spider sent bugbears to assist Glasstaff, and they know the way. I do not know the circumstances of the wizard's capture, but the bugbears would have been there at Tresendar Manor.
It is likely that this drow will have the roads watched, whether to rescue Glasstaff or ensure his silence. We will therefore be taking him crosscountry for the beginning of our journey. I will say no more here.
Tomora sends her greetings. We are fortunate to have her with us.
Sildar
Outside, the relative peace of the morning is broken by the sound of a wagon careening down the rutted track emerging from the wooded hillside to the north. The wagon comes to a stop in front of the first building of note along the road: Barthen's Provisions. Elmar Barthen emerges from the store with his clerks, Ander and Thistle, to assist the wounded carter and his company.
“Well done master carter” says a young elf, hopping down from the tail of the wagon. He seems young and gangly, containing none of the poise and grace one might expect from a high elf. He has pale skin, shaggy brown hair and green eyes that gaze around at the frontier town with awe. “I haven’t been in a city before, I hope I can learn the local customs.” Then he gets distracted by trying to pull arrows out of the side of the cart.
Alkyn raises his eyebrows at the elf's comment, "The secret to living in cities" he says, "is knowing where the best Inns are!"
Realizing that there is probably only one inn in Phandalin, he winks at the carter before continuing, "That -- and even more importantly -- buying your friends drinks of course. You probably should get some practice, Signis." (( I assume they have exchanged names on the journey))
He watches the elf pick the arrows from the cart, then shakes out his cloak and dusts down his well-worn leathers before turns back to the carter, offering his hand and a smile.
"Good luck to you, Master Carter. I am glad we traveled together, but -- I have to say -- something should be done about those goblins."
He looks around at the growing activity and the people coming to the carters aid, and smiles more broadly, "It's already hard enough for honest folk to make a living without such dangers on the road."
(( Alkyn sizes up the town to the best of his ability -- does it look wealthy? Does the store seem prosperous? ))
Signis approaches carrying a DM specified amount of arrows. "Is is just me, or do these seem a bit well-made for a common goblin band?" Seeing Barthen approaching with his clerks, he greets them with a smile.
"Good morning friends! Would you be able to offer us some assistance? I fear our friend the coachman has been injured in the tussle outside of town- if you would be able to provide me with some supplies, I have a small amount of medical knowledge."
Serwa enters the main room of the inn, bathed and clad in her new armor, but looking dour as ever during the morning hours, despite sleeping in a bit longer than the others. She stares from half-open eyes and mumbles an order for a breakfast and a - "Coffee. Or strong tea. Whatever you've got to make this better."
She joins Aster and Xianon, and reads the note left behind for them, and she sips whatever wake-up beverage the inn provided. "They are lucky to have Tomora with them, it's true. They're a lot less likely to end up dead with her backing them up. Still, I would expect the Spider will try to kill Glasstaff to cover his tracks. We killed the bugbears, so that cuts off the leads to that Wave Echo Cave, unfortunately." She holds out a hand to block the glare of the morning sun through the inn's windows, then changes seats and hunches down a bit to allow Aster's back to block the light, as Xianon's short statute was not sufficient to block the sun from her view. "I need someone taller to give me some shade, while I work on hating the morning less. Being a soldier you get up at the crack of dawn for duties. Being an adventurer you get up at the crack of dawn for travel. The sounds and smells of people starting their day, those first bright rays on the sun - I don't think I'll ever stop hating them. When I retire I'm never getting up before noon."
Serwa slowly chews her breakfast and drinks her invigorating morning drink, and after a few moments of quiet recovery and coming to peace with being awake, she seems more ready to face the day, though no more upbeat about it.
"Sounds like a wagon has arrived. I want to see who it is, are you two coming?"
One of the clerks starts unhitching the blown horses as the driver lurches out of his seat. "Them goblins were there again, Elmer! A dozen of 'em, a' leas'!" the carter squeeks, reporting three goblins for every one so far. "Attackin' us in the nigh' an' all!" The little man staggers as he finds his feet. "Mussa been twen'y of 'em, in armor an' all, chasin' affer us. An' there were more in th' woods 'roun' us. Fif'y or more, I swear!"
"It's okay, Jon, it's okay. You made it," assures the shopkeeper, steadying the man. He gives the other two a quick appraising look. Suddenly his eyes go wide. "Jon? Jon! Where's Arto?"
"Ah, he stayed," he bowlegged driver says with a dismissive wave of his hand. "His mum an' all. Busted hip." Barthen sags with relief; Jon doesn't notice. "These 'ere fellas came wi' me," he explains more calmly. "Good chaps. Fended off the buggers while we made our escape. Hey!" he interjects, calling after one of the clerks. They're leading the horses out back. "Make sure ta' give George 'ere a secon' 'elping of oats. Think 'e took a coupla arrows." The horse whickers disdainfully; he did no such thing. The clerk gives Jon a quick acknowledgement.
The shopkeeper guides Jon toward the door of the store. "Gentlemen," he says to the others, "If you'll come inside, I'll see what I can do for you."
The diminutive elf watches Serwa as she struggles with the sun, his eyes crinkled with amusement. The remains of his own breakfast have already been cleared away. "You're taking it well, this morning," he quips. "Already talking. I hope that's a good sign." His demeanor changes as he, too, hears the commotion from up the street. He rises with Serwa, ready to follow. "I hope it's not..." He leaves the possibility dangling.
Alkyn glances at Signis before helping the shopkeeper guide Jon inside, holding the door open for them to pass. "I like a man who thinks first of his animals." he says. A man of much drama, he thinks. (( I assume he was exaggerating about goblins ))
When they settle Jon down to be examined, he puts his heavier gear on the floor, and watches from a distance. He waits to assist if necessary and takes the opportunity to glance around and quickly assess the shop and it's wares, though his focus is mainly on the injured man.
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Signis will set down his pack and murmur a few words. Shaking off his hands, which are now perfectly clean, he will approach and ask Jon, "Alright master coachman, I'd like to examine your wounds if I may."
Serwa exits the inn, holding open for the door for Xianon and Aster, if both are coming to investigate the wagon, and then approaches. "What happened here?"
Serwa is a young woman with black hair and fair skin, and at present half-open tired looking eyes, with irises that look entirely black in most lighting, though in the bright morning sun they look to be a shade of brown. Her clothes consist of a black dress, tan tights, and shiny black shoes with a short heel, as if dressed for a funeral. Over this she wears heavy armor bearing a holy symbol of Kelemvor, and an array of weapons on her back.
She is of average height for a woman of the realms, and she is attractive in her features and form in an almost uncannily nondescript way, without a single remarkable feature, or any visible flaws to add character. At the moment she looks cranky and half awake, and she uses her hands to create shade over her face, darkening her eyes to black, and hunches over her posture a bit, awkwardly approaching the wagon in the stooped posture and a shuffling walk to see what the commotion is about.
Alkyn stops watching the medical drama, and turns attention to the newcomers, sizing up the dark haired woman. Don't mess with this one, he thinks.
"We were attacked by goblins. About a half day back along the trail."
He grimaces at the wounded man, then adds, "Only the three of us, so we ran ... well, rode ... or bounced"
He wipes his hands on his trousers, straightens his dusty clothes, and smiles at the woman, holding out his hand, "Alkyn Bartholemew. And you are?"
He looks a little nervous, unclear of the roles of the newcomers, and conscious of the grime on his clothes and the fatigue he feels. Despite the grime, there is an elvish cast to his features, which is hidden somewhat by the long dark hair and stubble on his cheeks. At his feet are a bedroll and pack, and he wears two shortswords at his side. Judging by the folds of his clothing a perceptive person might guess that they are not the only weapons.
Aster walks past serwa to the new arrival and shakes his hand. Aster Bell and this are my friends Serwa and Xianon. great to meet your aquaintace. Not so great to hear about the attack. We ourselfs met a similar fate only a few days ago. We managed to defeat the goblins and convince them to let people travel through. A promise that now seems to be broken.
Aster turns back to serwa: You might even appreciate Yeemiks betrayal, right? I could see that you wished your blade carried more blood when exiting their cave.
Alkyn bows his head slightly as each name is mentioned, then turns his attention back to Aster. He frowns at the mention of a deal -- and at Serwa's reaction to it -- "A deal with goblins, you say?!"
He chortles, shaking his head, "They only understand one thing, and it's neither words nor honour."
Serwa nods to Alkyn's greeting, still grimacing from the enervating effects of the early (for her) morning. "Yeah, that's us. I'm Serwa Omen, Paladin of Kelemvor, Aster here and Xianon, the short blue elf guy, they're my companions. Like Aster said, we did clash with a tribe of goblins a while ago, probably the same ones, and their new 'king' Yeemik earned the right to keep breathing by freeing hostages and swearing to quit this whole small green highwaymen routine. Looks like he forgot his oath. Reminds me of the song about the boy who kept breaking his promise not to steal tarts after bedtime."
She sings a few verses of a song that sounds like a children's moral fable about a boy who continues to ignore his parents warnings about sneaking out to eat tarts after bedtime, which has a disturbing verse about a young mimic warned not to sneak out and eat little boys after bedtime, and in the end a very unclear moral message, and far too much description of a giant tart/mimic eating a little boy. Perform: 8
In these hours where she is still struggling to be awake, she puts little heart into the song, and it sounds fairly flat and uninspired. After a few verses, she adds, "Anyway, I didn't forget my oath, for what I'd to to make him pay if he breaks his word. Aster, get Xianon, see if he wants to visit the goblins with the short term memories for a little more regicide."
"The mimic gets indigestion from eating the boy in the last verse," Serwa adds. "So everyone learns a lesson. Where exactly did you run into these goblins, Alkyn?"
Serwa will try to determine if it was most likely the same goblins she and her crew encountered earlier, or a different group, based on their location. She may consult with Aster and Xianon on this, as she is not trained as a cartographer, or in nature or survival.
Signis is humming along as he finishes bandaging Jon the driver. “That should heal nicely, as long as you don’t chew on your dressings.” He blushes slightly at the odd looks. “I mostly treat animals, but the theory is pretty much the same.”
He gives the group in the doorway a shy smile. “My name’s Signis. It’s really good of you all to welcome us to town so early”.
The one with the shortest legs gets there last, of course. Xianon barely tops five feet in height. His unmistakably elfish features are otherwise unremarkable, his skin a pale shade of slate blue. He's dressed simply in a tunic and trousers of unbleached linen cinched with a brown cloth belt and heavy-soled leather sandals. He carries a plain walking stick, a slender staff just taller than he.
He inclines his head politely to each of the strangers in turn as introductions are exchanged. He wears a grave expression and listens silently as the details are given.
Jon nods as Signis is giving him instructions, but looks up sharply when he mentions chewing on the dressings. He's not sure what to make of the explanation, either, but simply replies, "Thanks, doc."
The puzzled look leaves quickly though as he interjects himself into the discussion. "Beggin' yer pardon, Serwa, but i' was them alrigh'. Same place as when you was wi' me an' all. Same buggers, on'y more of 'em. Musta gotten all o' them fellers outta wherever hidin' place they got an' came after us wi' them all. You shoulda seenit!" he adds, gesturing wildly. "There musta been..." His voice falters as he sees the others who were there listening to him. "Oh, lots of 'em," he finishes lamely.
"They did seem a confident bunch" agrees Signis. "Normally goblins will scatter if their prey fights back, but this lot kept coming. We could probably help you deal with the problem, if you don't mind the company. I just need a few things from the store here first."
Signis will quietly talk to one of the clerks, requesting a healer's kit and a lot of incense (10gp worth).
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Our adventure continues as the sun rises over the rooftops of Phandalin, a small mining town nestled in the foothills of the Sword Mountains. Golden beams slant onto the rough logs of the twoscore buildings, and morning glories open along the ruined walls surrounding the newer houses and shops. A slight haze cools the air as the morning dew vanishes in the sunshine. Cockerels crow in the distance among the outlying farmsteads, and the townspeople stir to begin their morning chores.
All is quiet at the Stonehill Inn, though the first handful of breakfast patrons have stumbled in. Elsa, the barmaid, and Trilena, the innkeeper's wife, are bustling around the common room as Toblen Stonehill himself is at the bar. In addition to handing out tankards of ale - unusually fine for a town this small - he also has a note to hand out, from Sildar Hallwinter to those who rescued him from goblins only days past:
From Sildar Hallwinter, Redknife of the Lords' Alliance,
To Serwa Omen & Co.,
Greetings.
I have completed my questioning of the traitor Glasstaff. He does not have the information I was hoping to get from him. He has informed me that this Black Spider for whom he works is a drow searching for Wave Echo Cave. The Black Spider is hoping to find the Forge of Spells there, which - as Gundren Rockseeker may have explained - was used in times past to fashion powerful magical artifacts. Glasstaff himself does not know where Wave Echo Cave is, but the Spider sent bugbears to assist Glasstaff, and they know the way. I do not know the circumstances of the wizard's capture, but the bugbears would have been there at Tresendar Manor.
It is likely that this drow will have the roads watched, whether to rescue Glasstaff or ensure his silence. We will therefore be taking him crosscountry for the beginning of our journey. I will say no more here.
Tomora sends her greetings. We are fortunate to have her with us.
Sildar
Outside, the relative peace of the morning is broken by the sound of a wagon careening down the rutted track emerging from the wooded hillside to the north. The wagon comes to a stop in front of the first building of note along the road: Barthen's Provisions. Elmar Barthen emerges from the store with his clerks, Ander and Thistle, to assist the wounded carter and his company.
“Well done master carter” says a young elf, hopping down from the tail of the wagon. He seems young and gangly, containing none of the poise and grace one might expect from a high elf. He has pale skin, shaggy brown hair and green eyes that gaze around at the frontier town with awe. “I haven’t been in a city before, I hope I can learn the local customs.” Then he gets distracted by trying to pull arrows out of the side of the cart.
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Alkyn raises his eyebrows at the elf's comment, "The secret to living in cities" he says, "is knowing where the best Inns are!"
Realizing that there is probably only one inn in Phandalin, he winks at the carter before continuing, "That -- and even more importantly -- buying your friends drinks of course. You probably should get some practice, Signis." (( I assume they have exchanged names on the journey))
He watches the elf pick the arrows from the cart, then shakes out his cloak and dusts down his well-worn leathers before turns back to the carter, offering his hand and a smile.
"Good luck to you, Master Carter. I am glad we traveled together, but -- I have to say -- something should be done about those goblins."
He looks around at the growing activity and the people coming to the carters aid, and smiles more broadly, "It's already hard enough for honest folk to make a living without such dangers on the road."
(( Alkyn sizes up the town to the best of his ability -- does it look wealthy? Does the store seem prosperous? ))
Signis approaches carrying a DM specified amount of arrows. "Is is just me, or do these seem a bit well-made for a common goblin band?" Seeing Barthen approaching with his clerks, he greets them with a smile.
"Good morning friends! Would you be able to offer us some assistance? I fear our friend the coachman has been injured in the tussle outside of town- if you would be able to provide me with some supplies, I have a small amount of medical knowledge."
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Serwa enters the main room of the inn, bathed and clad in her new armor, but looking dour as ever during the morning hours, despite sleeping in a bit longer than the others. She stares from half-open eyes and mumbles an order for a breakfast and a - "Coffee. Or strong tea. Whatever you've got to make this better."
She joins Aster and Xianon, and reads the note left behind for them, and she sips whatever wake-up beverage the inn provided. "They are lucky to have Tomora with them, it's true. They're a lot less likely to end up dead with her backing them up. Still, I would expect the Spider will try to kill Glasstaff to cover his tracks. We killed the bugbears, so that cuts off the leads to that Wave Echo Cave, unfortunately." She holds out a hand to block the glare of the morning sun through the inn's windows, then changes seats and hunches down a bit to allow Aster's back to block the light, as Xianon's short statute was not sufficient to block the sun from her view. "I need someone taller to give me some shade, while I work on hating the morning less. Being a soldier you get up at the crack of dawn for duties. Being an adventurer you get up at the crack of dawn for travel. The sounds and smells of people starting their day, those first bright rays on the sun - I don't think I'll ever stop hating them. When I retire I'm never getting up before noon."
Serwa slowly chews her breakfast and drinks her invigorating morning drink, and after a few moments of quiet recovery and coming to peace with being awake, she seems more ready to face the day, though no more upbeat about it.
"Sounds like a wagon has arrived. I want to see who it is, are you two coming?"
One of the clerks starts unhitching the blown horses as the driver lurches out of his seat. "Them goblins were there again, Elmer! A dozen of 'em, a' leas'!" the carter squeeks, reporting three goblins for every one so far. "Attackin' us in the nigh' an' all!" The little man staggers as he finds his feet. "Mussa been twen'y of 'em, in armor an' all, chasin' affer us. An' there were more in th' woods 'roun' us. Fif'y or more, I swear!"
"It's okay, Jon, it's okay. You made it," assures the shopkeeper, steadying the man. He gives the other two a quick appraising look. Suddenly his eyes go wide. "Jon? Jon! Where's Arto?"
"Ah, he stayed," he bowlegged driver says with a dismissive wave of his hand. "His mum an' all. Busted hip." Barthen sags with relief; Jon doesn't notice. "These 'ere fellas came wi' me," he explains more calmly. "Good chaps. Fended off the buggers while we made our escape. Hey!" he interjects, calling after one of the clerks. They're leading the horses out back. "Make sure ta' give George 'ere a secon' 'elping of oats. Think 'e took a coupla arrows." The horse whickers disdainfully; he did no such thing. The clerk gives Jon a quick acknowledgement.
The shopkeeper guides Jon toward the door of the store. "Gentlemen," he says to the others, "If you'll come inside, I'll see what I can do for you."
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The diminutive elf watches Serwa as she struggles with the sun, his eyes crinkled with amusement. The remains of his own breakfast have already been cleared away. "You're taking it well, this morning," he quips. "Already talking. I hope that's a good sign." His demeanor changes as he, too, hears the commotion from up the street. He rises with Serwa, ready to follow. "I hope it's not..." He leaves the possibility dangling.
Alkyn glances at Signis before helping the shopkeeper guide Jon inside, holding the door open for them to pass. "I like a man who thinks first of his animals." he says. A man of much drama, he thinks. (( I assume he was exaggerating about goblins ))
When they settle Jon down to be examined, he puts his heavier gear on the floor, and watches from a distance. He waits to assist if necessary and takes the opportunity to glance around and quickly assess the shop and it's wares, though his focus is mainly on the injured man.
Signis will set down his pack and murmur a few words. Shaking off his hands, which are now perfectly clean, he will approach and ask Jon, "Alright master coachman, I'd like to examine your wounds if I may."
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Serwa exits the inn, holding open for the door for Xianon and Aster, if both are coming to investigate the wagon, and then approaches. "What happened here?"
Serwa is a young woman with black hair and fair skin, and at present half-open tired looking eyes, with irises that look entirely black in most lighting, though in the bright morning sun they look to be a shade of brown. Her clothes consist of a black dress, tan tights, and shiny black shoes with a short heel, as if dressed for a funeral. Over this she wears heavy armor bearing a holy symbol of Kelemvor, and an array of weapons on her back.
She is of average height for a woman of the realms, and she is attractive in her features and form in an almost uncannily nondescript way, without a single remarkable feature, or any visible flaws to add character. At the moment she looks cranky and half awake, and she uses her hands to create shade over her face, darkening her eyes to black, and hunches over her posture a bit, awkwardly approaching the wagon in the stooped posture and a shuffling walk to see what the commotion is about.
Alkyn stops watching the medical drama, and turns attention to the newcomers, sizing up the dark haired woman. Don't mess with this one, he thinks.
"We were attacked by goblins. About a half day back along the trail."
He grimaces at the wounded man, then adds, "Only the three of us, so we ran ... well, rode ... or bounced"
He wipes his hands on his trousers, straightens his dusty clothes, and smiles at the woman, holding out his hand, "Alkyn Bartholemew. And you are?"
He looks a little nervous, unclear of the roles of the newcomers, and conscious of the grime on his clothes and the fatigue he feels. Despite the grime, there is an elvish cast to his features, which is hidden somewhat by the long dark hair and stubble on his cheeks. At his feet are a bedroll and pack, and he wears two shortswords at his side. Judging by the folds of his clothing a perceptive person might guess that they are not the only weapons.
Aster walks past serwa to the new arrival and shakes his hand. Aster Bell and this are my friends Serwa and Xianon. great to meet your aquaintace. Not so great to hear about the attack. We ourselfs met a similar fate only a few days ago. We managed to defeat the goblins and convince them to let people travel through. A promise that now seems to be broken.
Aster turns back to serwa: You might even appreciate Yeemiks betrayal, right? I could see that you wished your blade carried more blood when exiting their cave.
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Alkyn bows his head slightly as each name is mentioned, then turns his attention back to Aster. He frowns at the mention of a deal -- and at Serwa's reaction to it -- "A deal with goblins, you say?!"
He chortles, shaking his head, "They only understand one thing, and it's neither words nor honour."
Serwa nods to Alkyn's greeting, still grimacing from the enervating effects of the early (for her) morning. "Yeah, that's us. I'm Serwa Omen, Paladin of Kelemvor, Aster here and Xianon, the short blue elf guy, they're my companions. Like Aster said, we did clash with a tribe of goblins a while ago, probably the same ones, and their new 'king' Yeemik earned the right to keep breathing by freeing hostages and swearing to quit this whole small green highwaymen routine. Looks like he forgot his oath. Reminds me of the song about the boy who kept breaking his promise not to steal tarts after bedtime."
She sings a few verses of a song that sounds like a children's moral fable about a boy who continues to ignore his parents warnings about sneaking out to eat tarts after bedtime, which has a disturbing verse about a young mimic warned not to sneak out and eat little boys after bedtime, and in the end a very unclear moral message, and far too much description of a giant tart/mimic eating a little boy. Perform: 8
In these hours where she is still struggling to be awake, she puts little heart into the song, and it sounds fairly flat and uninspired. After a few verses, she adds, "Anyway, I didn't forget my oath, for what I'd to to make him pay if he breaks his word. Aster, get Xianon, see if he wants to visit the goblins with the short term memories for a little more regicide."
Oh im sure he will help remind this filth of their promises. Or make sure they never make a promise ever again.
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"The mimic gets indigestion from eating the boy in the last verse," Serwa adds. "So everyone learns a lesson. Where exactly did you run into these goblins, Alkyn?"
Serwa will try to determine if it was most likely the same goblins she and her crew encountered earlier, or a different group, based on their location. She may consult with Aster and Xianon on this, as she is not trained as a cartographer, or in nature or survival.
Signis is humming along as he finishes bandaging Jon the driver. “That should heal nicely, as long as you don’t chew on your dressings.” He blushes slightly at the odd looks. “I mostly treat animals, but the theory is pretty much the same.”
He gives the group in the doorway a shy smile. “My name’s Signis. It’s really good of you all to welcome us to town so early”.
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The one with the shortest legs gets there last, of course. Xianon barely tops five feet in height. His unmistakably elfish features are otherwise unremarkable, his skin a pale shade of slate blue. He's dressed simply in a tunic and trousers of unbleached linen cinched with a brown cloth belt and heavy-soled leather sandals. He carries a plain walking stick, a slender staff just taller than he.
He inclines his head politely to each of the strangers in turn as introductions are exchanged. He wears a grave expression and listens silently as the details are given.
Jon nods as Signis is giving him instructions, but looks up sharply when he mentions chewing on the dressings. He's not sure what to make of the explanation, either, but simply replies, "Thanks, doc."
The puzzled look leaves quickly though as he interjects himself into the discussion. "Beggin' yer pardon, Serwa, but i' was them alrigh'. Same place as when you was wi' me an' all. Same buggers, on'y more of 'em. Musta gotten all o' them fellers outta wherever hidin' place they got an' came after us wi' them all. You shoulda seen it!" he adds, gesturing wildly. "There musta been..." His voice falters as he sees the others who were there listening to him. "Oh, lots of 'em," he finishes lamely.
"They did seem a confident bunch" agrees Signis. "Normally goblins will scatter if their prey fights back, but this lot kept coming. We could probably help you deal with the problem, if you don't mind the company. I just need a few things from the store here first."
Signis will quietly talk to one of the clerks, requesting a healer's kit and a lot of incense (10gp worth).
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