Part 3: The Spider's Web

Kama has not forgotten about the orcs, nor the banshee. "The orcs are the closest threat. You remember what the townmaster said. Without the Redbrands, there's nothing stopping the orcs from their raids. Plus we sorta took an advance on the bounty, so I think we have to take care of that first."

He turns to Daran and gestures for the elf to join their table. "Come, sit and eat. Tell us of this task and maybe we can fit it in somewhere."Edit to add: "We might also be able to run that banshee errand, since Wyvern Tor is seemingly south of Conyberry."

"What is the Old Owl Well?" asks Kama. "I mean, is it really a well out in the middle of nowhere?"

"Well, all of these errands are in the same general area," says Kama, looking at the others in the group to gauge their willingness to take on these tasks. "I think since we'll have to pass by, it shouldn't be out of our way to check things out."

Kama's voice turns low, "It's not named after an owlbear, is it?"

Kama suppresses a cough. "No, no, of course not. Well, yes. But I got better."

I am satisfied with both my supply run and the successful hunt. I give half of the venison to the Shrine of Tymora as I won't be able to carry everything myself. Surely they would know where to best distribute the food. I fabricate the remaining meat and carefully wrap and label each cut, salting and curing smaller pieces and lightly smoking other sections for jerky. The rabbit and vegetables will keep for a week or more in cooler weather so those I will wrap and pack.

At breakfast the next morning, I listen as Kama plans our next move. "We help where we can. That is why we are here. If there is an owlbear threat, we can take care of that as well. We are better prepared than before." I nod towards the elf in a serious tone.

While strumming his lute, Stormsong, in a not so serious tone, laughs and says, "Orc marauders, old magic that employs the undead, and a wicked banshee?!? These tales really do write themselves! I'm in!"

Singing to himself, "I once ran across an old BANshee, in life a fair elf tall and fancy, she thought me a crook when I asked for her book, then *poof* I'm now a chimPANzee!"

"Xora, how are you at navigating the mountains?" asks Kama. The map seems to indicate a crow's fly from Phandalin would be the most-direct route to Wyvern Tor, but that doesn't include searching for the orcs' specific location. "Otherwise, I'm thinking maybe we take the road to Conyberry, visit Agatha, then turn south for Old Owl Well and see about those undead. Finally hunt down those orcs and turn them away.

"How does that sound to everybody?"

Already equipped for travel, Kama will shop for another potion of healing. He also inquires where the four horses were led off to after the party's initial run-in with the Redbrands.

Tipping his hat at Daran for the compliment, the bard asks, "What sort of undead was reported? I'm hoping for zombies -- much easier to rhyme than skeleton."

After reviewing the map, Stormsong makes a mental note to replenish road rations, tune his instruments, treat his leather armor and boots, sharpen and oil his weapons, and, as always, check the condition of his rope, repairing or replacing as needed.

To Kama, "Sounds like a fine plan," and joins him on his quest for healing potions.

Kama will spend 50 gold pieces from his personal fund for two of the healing potions.

The gnome continued to work on the bow, he decided to make this one... extra amazing. He is ready to continue on with the party whenever they are ready. Gimblyn isn't particularly social and even though Phandalin isn't a large town, it can be quite overwhelming for him.

Stormsong scrapes together 21 gp and 8 ep for a potion of healing.

"Friend Gimblyn -- do you need any supplies, spell components, anything? I'd be happy to pick things up for you while you craft."

Tumtwig looks up at his companion for a moment before rummaging through his pouch.

"I swear, I swear I had some in here...."

After thirty seconds of looking, the gnome nodded his head at Stormsong.

I need some leather and fleece, not much though. Just small pieces, friend."

He smiled and continued to work on his bow. Gimglyn put so much pride into crafting the best equipment possible. No one can build a bow better than he could, or so he thinks.