Lambor's Hold

"There have been a couple more bugs intruding," Darney replies. She gestures to the giant centipedes. "But none like this. Everyone is fine. We'll make sure nobody gets hurt tonight. You should rest."
Not completely reassured, your group sets up guards in your bedroom and doubles up on the beds so nobody has to sleep on the floor. This way, you sleep through the rest of the night.

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As you wake up in the morning, you hear a slight commotion outside as the caravan is already preparing to move on again. A couple of the villagers are also there, helping them or just seeing them off as the caravan is a fairly exciting sight for such a small out of the way town.

You join the people outside. Belathor notices Murya among the onlookers. Darney is also there, talking to Mork. As you stroll through the group of caravanners, you hear some muttering about the insects and most of the travelers seem happy to be leaving the town after the creepy experiences of the night. Getting back on the road sounds much less bad now that the beds here don't seem quite as safe and appealing anymore.

Mork finishes his conversation with Darney and then heads over to your group. "It's really a shame to have you leave us. We wouldn't have gotten here as safely as we did without you." He moves in to hug each of you in turn, unless you clearly indicate you don't want that. He winks and, in a quiet voice, adds: "Milly could learn quite a lot from you still." Then, returning to his usual volume, he says: "Stay safe friends. And don't let the bedbugs bite."

After the caravan has departed again, continuing their travel South-East, your group decides to head over to the edge of the village again, to the house of Leffint the hunter. This time, he's clearly home. There are racks of animal skins drying outside, as well as a few skinned rabbits hanging from another rack. Smoke from the chimney betrays that a fire is burning inside.

As you approach the door, you hear a hummed melody from the inside. It's clearly a man's voice, humming a slow song none of you recognize. It seems the hunter has returned safely from his trip through the rain the previous night.

At the knock, the humming inside stops. There is some rustling of movement in the house, then the door opens just a small gap. A man peeks outside, his face serious, his eyes ringed with deep shadows that make it look like he hasn't slept in many days. You notice a large knife, almost as long as a short sword, in one of his hands as he appraises each of you in turn and then grunts: "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Leffint," the hunter grumbles, correcting Taz on his name. He doesn't open the door any further, instead just looking out at you through the narrow gap. "This town is built in the middle of the forest. It's only natural that some pests will come into town now and then. There's nothing unusual about that, nor anything we need your help with."
Without waiting for a reply, he moves to close the door between him and you.

"If the people of this town can't handle a few bugs now and then, they should move out of the forest," Leffint grunts, clearly not impressed by Auras' attempt to rally him. "You don't belong here. Just get your business done with and leave. It'll be better for everyone, especially you."

Leffint scoffs. "The people should have thought of that before moving here. Now it's too late!" He again attempts to pull the door shut, pushing Auras' foot, which is still blocking it, out.

Leffint slams the door shut on Auras' foot but can't get her to move it out of the way so the door stays open. In response to her attempt to question him further, he just scowls and says: "Just get out of here before you get caught up in things you don't want to mess with." He slams the door against Auras' foot again. "Now, will you leave me alone or do I have to actually use my knife?"

Leffint's eyes widen for a moment. You can see the struggle in his face for a second until he manages to will himself to resist the mental command. "Leave! Right now!", he shouts. He opens the door now and swings his large knife, not aiming to actually hurt anyone but to intimidate you and frighten you off. He looks scared now. While you did not manage to get him to tell you any further truth, he is very clearly hiding something. But he's not going to tell you now...