11. Return to O'Hare

[wolfpack]

I still believe there is someting rotten in the temple an I believ ethe goat is tied to it. Gustov knows something about the goings on and is frieghtened to tell us.

[dmw71]

I will attempt to get an update out tonight, but it might not be until tomorrow. Sorry!

The group is splitting up, so expect a brief update to close out the current thread and two new threads: One each for the different groups.

[dmw71]

Gwillt quietly chuckles to himself at the greenbacks trying to give trouble to the youth. "Master Shanny, t'warnt that long ago you were muttering about killin' something for the first time, if I remember correctly. Let the lad show us what he can do before you question his worth. He adjusts his pack, does a quick weapon check, feeling the hilts of sword and dagger and touching his bow to confirm they are there before continuing, "Unless anyone has anything else they want to do here in town, I think we should start tracking those trogs now..." Ewell eyes the ranger and offers up a suggestion. "I know we don't want to split up, as we have seen the advantage in numbers. But, do you want to track and come back, or have all of us follow you. As long as you dont do something impulsive like get ambushed or attacked..." Gwillt peers curiously at the young cavalier. "You want me to avoid... getting impulsively ambushed?" he asks, with hesitation. "Right, then I suppose I can try to do that. All joking aside, I agree with the lad. Tracking isn't something what can be done with a hoard of people pressing at your backside. Normally, the obvious choice would be to take Alordan with me..." he pauses, out of respect, "That ain't gonna happen now, though, is it? So..." he eyes the rest of the group, "you up for it, master sneak?" He looks pointedly at Shanny, the Helpful Halfling, then nods to the mayor, turns, and begins walking west towards the river to try and pick up the trogs' trail. Kaltar calls out to his departing party mate: "Gwilt, we will go to the Goat. Seek us there once you have done your reconnoitre."

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"Didn't we want to check out the Goat first to see if we could glean any clues there?" Kaltar reminds the group. Fimmion casually inquires about the 'Goat' he is hearing so much about. "Was the food there that bad?" he asks. Ewell shakes his head. "I do not see the value in it. Those people, especially the one who led them, are boorishly uncouth, oh and cowards as well." Epsilon, feeling a sense of unfinished business, interjects. "Because this time we need to get Gustov alone." he says wryly.

Ewell then remembers to ask the Mayor something before leaving. "One request, please." he starts, "Is there a furniture maker or perhaps a lumber miller in town?" Ewell asks. "I seem to be in want of a sturdy replacement for my lance." Darrin quickly responds. "We had a carpenter, and a blacksmith he starts, "but, I'm pretty sure their shops were destroyed." Realizing he has shared bad news, "I will fetch my possessions." he adds, quickly exiting the room.

After a few moments, Darrin returns. The youngster wears a suit of leather armor and has a sword strapped to his waist. "You'll allow us a few moments," the Mayor asks of the rest of the party. The group files outside and allows the Mayor and son a chance to exchange partings in private. While outside, Grim looks longingly to the west.