Chapter 2, Days 8-10

Pawetha bows as she is introduced. "We are here to investigate, and perhaps put an end, to an army of hobgoblins and other creatures seeking to destroy this vale," she says, answering the question. "The Red Hand, as the horde calls itself, has gathered in the mountains to the west and by all indications are on the march. According to our reconnaissance, they are also responsible for the blockades near your homeland and may be camped in the ruins of Rhest."

"And dragons. Don't forget the dragons." I nod solemnly beside her.

"Yes, I'm afraid there may also be dragons involved in this all," Zaris adds, bowing to his elven kin. "We somehow managed to defeat one, but we are very much afraid more are involved. It could be devastating to many if the hoard continues."

Unsure what I could add that wasn't already said, I offer my silent support to my comrades with a grim look and a nod should any of the elf leaders (I assume) look me in the eye.

"Stemming the flow of evil from its source is a good idea. Together, we may be able to do this."

Zaris nods in agreement.

"I have complete faith that, together, we can defeat the horde!"

"You mentioned a harrowblade?" asks Pawetha, interested in the fauna of the marshlands. "Was that the only of its kind, or have there been others you've encountered?"

"The more fists in a fight, the more sure the outcome."

Zaris makes a bow towards the elf. "We thank you for your generosity."

Pawetha bows at the offer. "Thank you for your hospitality. I hate to impose further, but do you have boats or other transportation across the marsh?" The ranger surmises that the owls must be precious to these elves, and wouldn't think to simply allow strangers their use.

"Speaking of," says Pawetha, looking at Killian, "if possible, I would like to speak with the scouts..." a quick glance at the crying elf, "... before we head out."

Pawetha nods and steps back, clearly done with her line of questions and concerns.

From my pack, I unroll the unfortunately damaged oil painting of Tiamat. "This is our true enemy." Displaying it for dramatic effect, I slowly pan the painting around to show everyone. "This army - or whoever is leading it - is ultimately serving Tiamat." After a brief dramatic pause, I carefully roll the painting back up. "I thought you should know."

"Tiamat may be contained for the time being, but there is no telling what the ultimate plans of this hoard are. If that hideous wyrm is released into this world..." Zaris doesn't finish the comment and shakes his head.