Mar 3, 2021 1:42 am
You retrace your steps out of the cave and manage to exit without alerting any of the remaining inhabitants of your presence. Once outside Sildar, who is still struggling a bit after his ordeal, takes a quick seat in the open area just outside to catch his breath.
"A shame we couldn't clear this place before our departure, but perhaps it's for the best. We can at least inform others of the location and take care of it at a later time. For now, once we've reached Phandalin I will try and find an old friend of mine, Iarno Albrek. From what I understand he's been away from Phandalin for a while and hasn't been heard from. I'd expect he'd be back within the next few days. He would be the one to question about the location of this castle the goblins are using."
A few more deep breaths and Sildar is back on his feet. Obviously still weak, the man trudges on along through the hidden goblin trail and onto the Triboar trail.
It takes several hours by foot to travel the distance to Phandalin and Sildar does his best to keep both his and everyone else's spirits up by telling tales of his past. It's actually quite refreshing as the man is clearly practiced in the art of storytelling; a welcome change from your previous companion Tyr.
With the sun starting to get low in the sky the trail emerges from a wooded hillside and you catch your first glimpse of Phandalin. The town consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings, some built on old fieldstone foundations. More old ruins-crumbling stone walls covered in ivy and briars-surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past. Most of the newer buildings are set on the sides of the cart track, which widens into a muddy main street of sorts as it climbs toward a ruined manor house on a hillside at the east side of town.
Walking into the town you notice your wagon, empty of supplies, sits in front of a large building - Barthen's Provisions. It seems that young Tyr was good on his word to deliver the goods in your absence.
Sildar, looking more at ease now that he is in town, tosses his acquired short sword and shield to the ground. "I shall re-equip myself tomorrow, but for now I must rest and recover. Let us meet at the Stonehill Inn in the morning, in fact, let me secure us each a room there. Consider it a down payment on your escort fee, which I will have for you no later than tomorrow afternoon.
"A shame we couldn't clear this place before our departure, but perhaps it's for the best. We can at least inform others of the location and take care of it at a later time. For now, once we've reached Phandalin I will try and find an old friend of mine, Iarno Albrek. From what I understand he's been away from Phandalin for a while and hasn't been heard from. I'd expect he'd be back within the next few days. He would be the one to question about the location of this castle the goblins are using."
A few more deep breaths and Sildar is back on his feet. Obviously still weak, the man trudges on along through the hidden goblin trail and onto the Triboar trail.
It takes several hours by foot to travel the distance to Phandalin and Sildar does his best to keep both his and everyone else's spirits up by telling tales of his past. It's actually quite refreshing as the man is clearly practiced in the art of storytelling; a welcome change from your previous companion Tyr.
With the sun starting to get low in the sky the trail emerges from a wooded hillside and you catch your first glimpse of Phandalin. The town consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings, some built on old fieldstone foundations. More old ruins-crumbling stone walls covered in ivy and briars-surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past. Most of the newer buildings are set on the sides of the cart track, which widens into a muddy main street of sorts as it climbs toward a ruined manor house on a hillside at the east side of town.
Walking into the town you notice your wagon, empty of supplies, sits in front of a large building - Barthen's Provisions. It seems that young Tyr was good on his word to deliver the goods in your absence.
Sildar, looking more at ease now that he is in town, tosses his acquired short sword and shield to the ground. "I shall re-equip myself tomorrow, but for now I must rest and recover. Let us meet at the Stonehill Inn in the morning, in fact, let me secure us each a room there. Consider it a down payment on your escort fee, which I will have for you no later than tomorrow afternoon.
OOC:
You are in the town of Phandalin, just outside of Barthen's Provisions. The sun is just starting to set but you do have some time to poke around town if you wish. There will be rooms waiting for you at Stonehill Inn when you are ready to retire for the evening.szemely sent a note to szemely
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