Salvation Outpost - Chapter 2

Peldan took a moment to collect himself, ready to provide Thomas with a detailed account of the events that had unfolded. "Thomas, it appears that the warforged who entered our tavern were in search of a band of thieves," he began, his voice filled with a mix of urgency and concern. "However, both Fauntleroy and I can assure you that none of our patrons have any knowledge or affiliation with such a group."

Peldan continued, his voice tinged with frustration. "Their leader seemed displeased by our lack of information and threatened to stay for what he called 'entertainment' of their own. It quickly became apparent that their idea of entertainment involved violence."

His expression hardened as he recounted the ensuing events. "I promptly ordered them to leave my establishment, but their leader physically confronted me, poking me with his sword and instructing his men to 'take me'. At that point, myself and a few brave patrons, confident that they would not heed my words, took up arms in defense of ourselves and others."

Peldan's gaze shifted to the valiant individuals who had come to his aid. "Thanks to these heroes among us, we were able to thwart the threat and protect ourselves and the innocent bystanders. Only a few injuries were sustained, including two of our patrons, myself with a chest wound from a javelin, and a few others who came to our aid."

Peldan turned to SheK, gratitude evident in his eyes. "This remarkable woman, SheK, utilized her healing magic to tend to the wounded. Her swift actions played a vital role in ensuring their well-being."

Returning his focus to Thomas, Peldan expressed a mix of determination and reliance on the town guard. "And now, in the aftermath of these chaotic events, we find ourselves here, seeking your guidance and assistance, Thomas. We need to handle the aftermath of this situation and ensure the safety of our patrons and this establishment."

Peldan's words conveyed a sense of urgency, as he placed his trust in the authorities to help restore order and security to his cherished tavern.

37 doesn't look at the guard. "We hated being controlled by others... and when given freedom, the first act many of us resorted to was attempting to control others."

There is a pregnant pause before the warforged craftsman continues.

"I don't know if it is revenge, or if it all they know," 37 muses aloud. "I just don't understand how they're ok with being every bit as wrong as the people who did it to us."

Vice will spend the evening listening to stories in the tavern, and entertaining the crowd every now and then. He'll turn in at a reasonable hour to ready for the day ahead.

Before we pay for tickets Buff volunteer to cover train expenses
It would only be fair to spend the 50 silver from warforged we killed.

Kleber nods at the scrap seller, his mouth filled with bacon. He swallows before cautioning Belaluur. "Only if you have a way to protect yourself. I'm paranoid that the Blades will ambush us right when we step out of the train doors, maybe with a fireball or something."

He takes a swig of coffee, instantly feeling more awake. "Regarding the sheriff you mentioned while drunk, any chance he could assist us with the warforged? Even some militia armed with crossbows would be a great help."

Kleber now notices he doesn't actually know much about Salvation, heck he didn't even know the place had a sheriff.

SheK is mostly quiet as she enjoys her breakfast. Preferring extra beacon. She does what she does best and that is listen and be a piece of the furniture.

At breakfast, Vice doesn't eat much, and he's so chatty that people assume he's already had a couple cups of coffee.

The half-orc nods to her, thinking on a way to deal with the "inspection" while waiting for the team to finish breakfast and head out.

SheK mentions as she notes Kleber doing some thinking, "Perhaps some kind of distraction could aid us in not being "Inspected". She devours more beacon. :)

Upon waking up and getting ready for the day, Peldan went over to Fauntleroy's home, like he did every morning, to walk over to the inn together. On their walk over, the halfling thanked his friend for his efforts to keep the patrons safe during the warforged incident. He also thanked him for supporting his need to go on at least one adventure in his life, and that he looked forward to returning to tell him all about it. Once at the inn, Peldan joined the others for some breakfast. He had a modest plate of eggs, sausage, and patato hash along with a cup of strong coffee. It food was well seasoned and was served at just the right temperature. The coffee was very aromatic and slightly sweet...just the way he liked it.

Ser Armat ate a surprisingly simple breakfast of oatmeal, tea and an apple, the fare of a seasoned campaigner who did not wish distraction from bowel movements during battle.

"A good cover story might do just as well. Salvation is a hub for those who would venture into the Mournland. It must see bands of explorers on the regular. We may well pass as one of those."