Session 4: Shelter from the Storm

Rushed by Agna, Beorne quickly gets the the merchants to move the wagons, forming an improvised shelter around the hut. Adaia's magic makes the entire process smoother than expected, though it would looks like Nass Lantomir and Ezahne Darmor also helped, though Adaia recognizedthe gestures performed as small cantrips of questionable use...

Once the wall of wagons was almost done, Borne turns to Agana and the tall man. "Beorne Steelstrike, it be nice to meet a friendly face in this weather." he offers his hand to the human who identifies himself as Alvan Shorthelm. ""We be setting camp jut ere outside the hut if ye nae mind that. The wagons keep us shelter from em freezing winds and the guard keep a look fer em beasts"

elusiveness

The man looks surprised at Agna's question. "Me? No. The two beasts came out of nowhere. I got caught by the storm when returning from town and these things probably have been stalking me for awhile." he thinks for a moment. "You think they could have been attracted here by something?"

"I know it doesn't looks like it in this storm, but the town is not too far so I'm not as isolated as it looks." he tells Agna to reassure her. Noticing Adaia eyeing the inside of the hut, Alvan shows her way in and offers some warm furs and a place by the fire. As he opens the door he stops to look back at Izuhn. "Fallstaff? You mean the old dwarf in town?" he laughs. "Yes I do. He's my father. Well, adoptive father."

"Ah thanks. Those beast sneaked up on me. Before I could tell, their claws were on me" He sort of half shows his arm to Adaia. Though it doesn't look too bad at first, as the elf sits the man down and starts to bandage him, she noticed Alvan has been badly wounded.

"ahahah ouch" Alvan laughs at the idea of his parents staked and then stops to check what sort of concoction the elf is applying, trying to deal with the unexpected burning on his skin. "The town you... The town is at most ... At most one hour walking from here. Probably best... best waiting for the morning."

In the mean time, Agna leaves the hut and checks if everyone in the caravan is ok. "Ah! Comin to check how the caravan be doing now? " Beorne laughs as he turns to Helda. "This one be very good indeed. Always takin good care of us". The dwarf gives Agana strong and friendly dwarven pat in the back as he takes her around the camp showing the guard posts and the tent organization. As far as she can tell, no one was harmed by the brief encounter.

"Me? Out here?" Alvan looks a bit surprise by the question at first. "Ahah, well I guess you have to leave and get your own life at some point." he chuckles nervously as, for a human, he looks a bit too old to live with his parents . "But I like enjoy the quiet life in wilderness, you know, trapping, exploring, gathering local herbs. It's really nice out here"

After a few more moment of get ready to sleep. The camp falls silent as everyone is tired from the day's travel. When morning comes, Alvan offers to lead the caravan northward to Hundelstone as he will be joining his mother, Grimelda Shorthelm, to continue his apprenticeship.