A Collection of Connoisseur

As Grin starts to shout on of the sprite nearby yelps in surprise before saying something in sylvan, Grin is sure he is swearing up to the point that Grins words are cut off and transformed into a loud roar or a great beast.

No, no, no! This isn't a game of catch the rabbit. It's scare the fox. I thought the lieutenant told you that! the sprite scolds Grin

A moment later Oiver is similarly cut off and chastised by a sprite who make olivers shout sound like a screeching and wailing.

Meanwhile Gus and the other sprites take down the last standing hobgoblin and the running one who was staggering under the effect of the sprite sleeping toxin.

The sprites let out a cheer, that carries overtones of animal noises, and a few flit after the fleeing hobgoblin to hound him on his way. Bryr turns to you shaking his head.

I forget your people don't know how to play games properly. He sighs. Well, hopefully no harm done. Now, lets fix these fellows up and take them to the witch he says with a grin. At his command the sprites begin stripping the hobgoblins of their armor and weapons then tying them up with thin but apparently strong ropes. Turning to you as you gather up he smiles and informs you If you don't mind getting those iron necklaces with amulets off those three the witch can get you across the river easy peasy and you will be on your way.

The witch arrives several minutes later and turns out to be a small and withered crone with bluish green skin, sharp teeth, and dressed in moss and dripping plants.

After chatting for a bit with Oliver the witch gathers you together by the riverbank. There she throuws out a strand of waterweed and commands you to walk onto it. The flimsy plant does not look like much so the other two wait for Oliver to go first. As he steps onto the plant it grows and thickens to form a thick mat that supports his weight. After all three are onboard the odd raft is begins moving forwads on its own and you quickly sail downriver.

The little craft stays near to the bank until you come to a place where two rivers join. There is surgest with surprising power to cross the current and continue to the far side where you see walls and a pier. The weed raft moves unerignly to the docks and stops moving as soon as it bumpsagainst the thick lock holding it up. Stepping off to the surprised looks of the sailors your look back to see the magical conveyance fall to pieces and drift down river as simple weeds once more.


The dock hands are under the instruction of an older man who breaks the stillnes your odd arival caused as he laught uproarusly. You lot there! Been playing with the pixies i see. All well and good for you but now. Get out of the way! We don't mind the company but you're in the way of my buisness and making my poor men more the foolish with their mouths agape.
Get along there. And he waves you up the dock to a stone buidling where a guard watches you. Quickly you stepped up the dock to a ramp leading to a stone boathouse.

You lot, where you from? he asks peering at you as if to see past any magic you may have on you. The three of you quickly explain your story and the guard shakes his head. Not a good sign if the fey be getting riled up again and sighs. He goes over a few basic rules that simpy ammount to no stealing, "you break it you bought it", and no fighting within the base walls. Go on, tell the tale at the tavern and you might get a free drink or two