Chapter 1: Making Introductions

Daphisany, the one that offered supplies laughs a bit. You are ever the hopeful one aren't you? If you need supplies, we'll certainly help provide the actual supplies. If you'll be wantin' gold to run off and spend elsewhere, you'd be gone too long to help. she says with a grin.

Stephen, the huntsman, speaks up at Alan's question. You've not spent much time here, forgive me. The foothills to the south are a rocky rolling hills type area. Lots of exposed stone, not a level plot of land in sight typically. There are stands of scrub trees dotting the area, but nothing so thick as to even call a woods. Perhaps a small copse at best. There are some old mineshafts in the hills, from before my grandfather's time. It may be that they've holed up there. M'daughter and I don't spend much time huntin' those hills, so can't tell you much beyond that. he says, with an apologetic shrug.

Stephen scrunches up his face a moment. If I were to be out there, food would definitely be scarce, not a lot of ingestible things for much bigger than a rabbit here and there. Water is fine, there's plenty of creeks and small ponds and we get a fair enough rain - he says, pausing for effect as he waves his hand at the thundering downpour outside to supply a small army with water. he looks up at the ceiling a bit. Though, with the abandoned mineshafts, there may be old mining company storage lockers dotted around with something that would pass as food, if you weren't overly picky.

Milaki, when you turn back to the table where you'd been playing cards, you see that the table is empty, likely not having noticed them leave earlier.

Alan, if you're wanting to acquire climbing gear, you've got a pretty solid idea that Daphisany would carry most of what you'd need. Judging by the surroundings, it's unlikely to be the best quality climbing gear, but certainly passable.

As Milaki looks about the room, she notices that the pair of dwarves are deep in hushed conversation with the tavern owner, the elf woman and her human associates have left the building into the nasty rainstorm, the card-playing foursome has retired (presumably to their rented rooms here in the tavern). The Mercantile Council is still here, as are maybe five or six other townsfolk that have been half-listening to the conversations but are more interested in their beers (at least when they are openly staring at Radiza).

(whats about the other pcs?)

Daphisany jumps in front of Stephen. You can come right on down to the general store lad. I've got all the adventurin' supplies you could want! she says, bubbly personality replacing the sour face from the orc discussion rapidly.

The rest of the council nods at Radiza's thoughts on the orc situation.The morning comes and the rain seems to have abated. The air is cool outside and the ground a mess of muddy tracks. For those rising early in the day, the sun has just started to come above the horizon and the morning song of birds floats through the air.

Where are you headed and do you make any preparations before-hand.

Alan, when you awaken, you find that Atticus has taken very ill, whether from food and drink last night or some other illness. When asked, he tells you he will likely be finding a trader that can take him to either Waterdeep or Neverwinter, where he can avail himself of a proper healer to recover. He insists you stay and continue the mission, but he won't be accompanying you. The council, the night before, informed you that such storms are not uncommon, but this even was a bit strong for this time in the season. You are able to easily arrange to have meat delivered to the tavern at no extra charge. When you ask about the prices of meat, Baerum informs you that he receives shipment every day and would be happy to have a bit extra delivered at his price.

When you've all woken up and make your way into the main hall of the tavern (or woke up there to begin with), it's quite a bit different than the night before. Where the evening held revelry and the excitement of the Council meeting, this morning is less so. Those of you with experience in and around Sword Coast taverns recognize the depressing view of an empty tavern in the morning. Baerum is up and has made sure some breads and fruits are available free of charge for you. The requested warm milk and sugar are set down on a table for you, Milaki. However, any proper hot breakfast would cost a few copper for the bacon.

Milaki, you see the other players gathering getting ready to head out on the orc hunt when you rouse.

The rest of you notice the previously bubbly halfling looking particularly disheveled from sleeping between two chairs all night.