Chapter 1: Meeting the Cuckold Moose

The half-Orc jolts back to consciousness pulling in a large breath, the fall winded him thoroughly. His neck aches and his head throbbed with patchy vision. The Goliath stood over him blocking out the moon and casting a shadow over his body.

The heat of battle has faded along with the fleeing guard and despite the fight being one sides, the half-orc's amateur antics has left the group weaker. Besides the singing of owls in the background, the area was now quiet. The moon shined down brightly on the dead bodies as Xhava looked through the loot.

The first few guards had nothing but the armour and spears and some coin; 12 gp, 200 sp. Figuring that the chatty guard would have something more, she spent more time searching through him. On the guard's right hip was a sheathed bronze dagger that looked in good condition. There was a large pouch of gold on the guard's other side. Upon opening it, Xhava's keen eye noticed that the gold was just plated lead.

The night was almost over, dawn was creeping across the land within a few hours. The group wasn't particularly tired, though they seemed to need a short rest.

The least obvious place was a small patchy forest south of te Neverwinter, so Xhava lead the group there. The camping spot was quiet, not even peeps from wildlife. It was awkward to sleep as the sun was creeping up from its slumber, though the group felt decently rested from their stop. Gellbran need to be patched up the most, his fall was quite serious. A tighter knit crew would have hassled him longer for being an over confident half-Orc. As the rested before heading back out, the dragonborn could tell there was something unique about the bronze dagger, though not able to put her scale covered finger on it yet. The Goliath could see Malethor and Ebri sitting patiently in the wagon that waited towards the southern road.

Not wasting any time, the group continued down the High Road. They were several miles south of Neverwinter when dawn broke and the sun slowly began to warm the open fields. A couple hours of mindless walking fly by when the Goliath spots another group east off the path. The rest of the group notices the large head of Skeinkaldr turn and sees the other group as well. It was obvious they were gearing up a wagon to move out.

The Goliath sees three men in cloaks, but is unable to tell any colours as the sun's light was over powering.

The group approaches the three men arranging their wagon. Skeinkaldr now could see that they wore red cloaks and were quite young, no more than 16 years old. One of them, a short kid with contrasting ginger hair, was startled by Xhava's almost quiet approach. Being young, they seemed frightened by the unsettling mercenaries. The stop loading their wagon and essentially froze in their boots.