Chapter 3 - Into the Wilds

"Yea like, no. We were sent this way because we are searching for the Dwarf Gundren. So far the sources have lead us out in this direction. And a lady named mirna, Minerva, Min something said she had an offering for our services here. So we came by.
unfortunately now there's undead and dragons and such. I either need more training or the guild needs to step up their Intel.

"Something about her family heirloom that was to be here in the Thundertree area"

"Not to my knowledge but I recall hearing that a castle is in this direction. That is where some group The Black Spiders is said to be and that's where we believe Gundren to be."

"Dude I think the place Uncle Gundren is was called ’Cragmaw Castle’, or so I recall." Karma says to help Belanor out. "The heirloom you have the positive vibe on."

"Your accomodations are greatly appreciated. Perhaps we could pick up our prize on the way out in the morn. Avoiding as much of the zombi plants as possible." Belanor appreciates the opportunity to rest.
"I'm not one to sit on a free room. Perhaps there's something I could do or perhaps a small payment.?"

Gerbo, assuming fist bumps are how all druids say thank you, will bump his fist lightly against Reidoth's (whether offered or not) and go to sit in the biggest seat in the room.

"Sweet dude." is all Karma says and offers up a fist bump to Gerbo as he heads back to sit down.

Kerisha is overly enthusiastic to see the fist bumps come out again, so much so that Gerbo may have a sore hand after she fist "punches" it.
Kerisha's excitement turns to utter disappointment. She cannot stand to let a fellow member of the Enclave down. Not after everything they have done for her. "But surely there something we can do?" She looks around hopefully to the others. "How much time you have to deal with dragon?" "Cannot let friend of Qelline get hurt!" She paces around frustrated, not knowing what to do.

Seeing the disappointment in Kerisha’s face Karma looks towards Reidoth, "We need to collect something from the thunder tree itself and I would like to help a fellow nature lover, so maybe we can deal with some negativity it the area while retrieving said item?"

Gerbo adjusts his position on the chair, resting his legs up on the arm of the chair. "What harm is this dragon doing? No one lives here anymore, present company excluded. In any case, if we decided to help you get rid of the dragon, do you have any more information on it? I'm not keen on dying in a fool's errand going against something that every one of my instincts tells me to avoid, unless you have some information that would assist us. Luck favors the prepared, after all."

Gerbo pulls out his tinker tools and starts absent-mindedly fiddling with something to keep his hands occupied.

"I don't know many sell swords but perhaps once we find Gundren and back to Waterdeep, I'll see if I could send something this way for assistance."
Belanor ponders after saying trying to think of anyone that would be willing to help.

Perhaps the Adventurers Guild might help, they're alwayings doing 1 off jobs...


Belanor begins ghost writing on the desk as he gets to inscribe a mental note to himself.

Karma yawns and looks very tired, "Bedtime for this dude."