TREEHOUSE (tavern)

[kruk]

Thank you

[Jernau35]

Maag

Maag follows along with Randall. "Yer a good bloke Randall. I'll be glad to 'ave a drink. Cheers!"

As they walk towards the Treehouse, Maag takes a good look around at what remains of Beachtown. He also looks to see what had happened to the logs that he had claimed. Are they still there, and have any of them been sawn up?

[OGRE MAGE]

Randall leads the pair of retired adventurers straight to the tavern, not even really looking for the dwarves as they climb up into the bar for a drink.

From up top, Maag can see the town well enough, and is amazed at how little of it is left. There are obvious tracks from almost every building that lead to the beach and towards the east, indicating that a massive migration of townies must have left for the area near the river recently.

He sees Felicity standing outside her shack from a distance. The old, haggard woman motions to the half-orc if she should come up, or if he will come to her.

One patrol of 4 dwarves continues to march through what is left of the town, but they don't pay the tavern goers much mind as they absentmindedly make their rounds.

Randall looks at his only 2 customers. "Der! Dat much betta! What will it be den, friens? Mi got a likkle rum leff, and grog."

Maag sees the dark hard logs on the beach, right where they were before he left. They are all cut into smaller, more manageable lengths, just as he hoped.