Chapter 1: Burnt Offerings

Xandak lauches a flurry of blows at G6, which the goblin fends of relatively well. Until a blow slips through right into his throat (7 damage). The goblin drops his weapon to clutch his broken throat and falls to the side to die slowly.

Malik rushes forward to grab the wounded human, dragging him away from the battle.

Seeing that they are quickly losing, the other two remaining goblins break away and run.

The man on the ground winces as he twists to look at Malik, "Yeah, I'm alright. Little bastards caught me by surprise," he says and then coughs, "Name's Aldern Foxglove, thanks for pulling my backside out of the fire!" he finishes with a laugh.

To all appearances the goblins are merely fleeing, not regrouping for another attack.

Aktos appears to be fine, with no sign of infection in the wound.

You wander back into the main part of town where you are greeted warmly by Zantus and Sheriff Hemlock. After a short conversation you are advised that the goblins seem to be gone, at least for now. They don't seem to be reorganizing for another strike.

Hemlock apologizes, "I have to get back to work, see what we can salvage here. We'll have to catch up later," he says to Gongar.

A short while later, you are approached by a woman who names herself as Ameiko Kaijitsu, "I own the Rusty Dragon Inn," she says, "I'd like to offer you room and board for a week as thanks for helping out when we needed it."

Gongar and Urthask (and anyone else who may wish to be there) approach the Goblin Squash Stables. Hanging above the door is a picture of a horse trampling a goblin, further showing how much Daviren Hosk hates goblins. As you approach, a stable boy comes out and greets you kindly, promising to take good care of the great bear before leading Arktos away.

Daviren Hosk, proprietor of the stables, is waiting inside for you. He's an impressive man still, even at his age he is fit and keen-eyed. Inside of the building is rather plain, aside from the large bottle of brine which contains the preserved body of a goblin inside of it.

"Thought you'd probably got yourself into the fighting," he says as he looks over your dusty and bloody clothes, "Looks like you did pretty well too! But I'm sure you didn't come in just to visit an old friend of your father. What can I do for ya?"