Game: Meet Me in Phandalin

She stops at the embankment, more out of breath than she should be. "I...I don't feel well." She drops to a knee, her face more pale than normal. A large pool of blood builds up under her. "Ruthy, I think...we should rest...a bit longer." She drops to the ground breathing deep.

Ruthann grabs her and pulls her back into the main passage and back towards the entrance. "Did you hit your head or are you stupid enough to sit down in clear line of sight of the goblins that just fired arrows at us?! If you need to rest then either go outside or back to the room with the wolves or at least somewhere that you can't be snuck up on!" He calls to Vallius, "Keep your eyes peeled Vallius. There are at least 3 goblins above the embankment in the passage on the left. They just fired arrows and hit both Mel and I. There may be more running around waiting for us to blindly walk into another ambush.... AGAIN!"

"Hey Vallius, give me a hand here." Ruthann calls to Vallius as he picks up Mel's body over one shoulder.

She wakes up a bit groggy. Rubbing her head she looks around. "Where in the nine hells are we? This doesn't look like a goblin cave."

Rufio wakes with a start, fists flailing, before realizing that he's no longer in a fight. In last night's brawl he had gotten careless and had taken a beating, to end up sleeping it off wedged up against a stack of firewood behind a tavern. But now he finds himself somewhere else.

"Where the fuck am I?" he wonders out loud as he scrambles to his feet and shakes the dirt from his dark clothes and distinctive spiky, red-tipped hair. The young ruffian notices the old dwarf first before the others also newly woken. "Hey!" he calls out as he swaggers up to the wagon. "You hirin' adventurers? Well you found one." Rufio puffs up his chest and thumps it, setting the trinkets hanging around his neck a-clicking.

Rufio doesn't know what to make of the sticks. Not wanting to appear ignorant, he pretends to inspect them and nod in what he hopes is a knowing manner. "Sure, sure. Whaddya want done with 'em?"