The goblin looks up at Colin with wide red eyes and says, "
Name? Nobody ever ask me if I have name before..." He looks rather sad at the question. Thinking back to his scatterbrained explanation of goblins, the priority of the group meant that individuals very rarely get a chance to stand out. Getting named as a goblin is a Big Deal - something that this sacrificial goblin is clearly not.
As Vincent walks outside to pray, he sees the tiny silhouettes of the fleeing goblins getting smaller in the distance. They're dragging the body of their deceased comrade behind them, all of them tugging on a limb. They disappear from his sight as they crest over a small hill.
The inn sits on top of a small grassy hill - it's clearly been abandoned for some time. While the construction is good - very sturdy with much of the inn intact, there are telltales signs of wear and tear such as accumulated moss and dirt that's creeped into the nooks and crannies of the inn. Small clumps of grass grow along the sides and ceiling and a large-looking vine has wormed its way up to the second story of the inn. There are smears of goblin blood at the base of the vines, a goblin definitely attempted to climb it but didn't notice the dangerous-looking thorns until it was too late.
A small orchid stands to the side of the inn, more of those trees with little blue fruits scattered about in the branches. Roughly a dozen of them are to the side of the inn, some of them much larger than others as they were able to grow unchecked over the years. A few pristine-looking blue fruit lies at the base of the trees, along with large round seeds that are picked clean of the fruit. The seeds resemble oversized avocado pits.
It's late afternoon now, roughly high seventies in temperature. The nearby hills are all covered with a thick layer of grass, some of which gets as high as waist-tall on a person. Small trees dot the landscape and a forest lies to the West.
To the North, the hills extend until they gradually get smaller and smaller. Past the edge of the smallest hill is just flowing grassland.
To the West, past the smoothly rolling hills lies a forest.
To the East is a large river that cuts through the gently rolling hills. The hills continue past the river.
To the South lies mountains in the far distance.
In the kitchen, Kimberley takes a look in the various cubby holes. She finds an odd assortment of food - some loaves of bread, a good amount of honey, along with some butter, and a string of sausages. Strangely enough, some of the cubby holes hold food that seems to be preserved perfectly while other cubbies hold just dust and mold.
Hanging in hooks on top of the fireplace is an assortment of pots and pans - some of which are very familiar. There's a huge cylindric cauldron that's currently resting on what used to be a fire and a huge wok-looking pan lying in the corner - it's almost three feet wide.
Lying next to a huge block of wood that serves as a cutting board is an assortment of knives, ranging from small paring knives to the huge cleaver that Kimberly had in hand earlier. A bunch of baskets is stacked in a corner, and a cabenet holds dishware and silverware, made of what seems to be pewter.
OOC:
Can Kimberly roll an IQ check?
Also, can Vincent roll a perception check?
