Castle of the Robber Knight

"Stay your bow, elf!" Bastonn barks at his companion. "This mewling coward poses no threat. Your energy would be better spent explaining exactly what you were thinking back there. You put our whole party in danger, not once, but twice!" He stares down Orla, rage boiling in the pit of his stomach. After a tense moment, he takes a deep breath and regains his composure.

Heal Condition - Angry

"Just try to be more careful in the future, Orla," Bastonn continues more softly. "I’ve watched too many friends take unnecessary risks that ended up costing them their lives. Take a breather and patch yourself up. Aodhan is hurt too, and I’m going to see if I can render aid."

Yes, Bastonn?! Want to know what I've watched too much? Nightkin killing my friends. And trying to kill me. If your family happen not to be murdered by Nightkin, would you prefer to to have this Orc do that for you? Maybe you - wolfkin - enjoy slaughter Nightkin is bringing on humans and elves?
Orla is crying. Her ayes dart from Bastonn to Orc and back. She is close to do panic. Barking at my PC is certainly not the way to calm her down.

"Children…children…please…Let’s try to get along shall we? We’ve only just arrived after all. Let’s save the arguing for when it really gets strenuous, hmm?"

The old man smiles at everyone, as if he just fixed the problem.

" Now Grunta, please lead the way toward your pig. We don’t want to waste the whole day"

Orla looks at Archmaster for a moment, train of thought almost visible on her face. She suddenly lower her bow and in a tongue that PCs who knows her could easily recognize as played:
Oh pig! Sorry, my bad. Yes of course, let's move Grunta.

Orla suddenly change her mind
Actually, Aodhan, you are right, we just arrived and I almost died. I don't need whole day, just some 15 minutes to meditate in a safe place. Could we retreat into a safe place please? Or you can continue exploring without me, I'm not in a condition to continue at the moment.

It is easy enough to retreat back into the cellar to rest, having explored the area and determined it to be safe enough with only two points of entry and no other living beings. After the party is able to catch their breath and tend to some wounds, they return once again to the surface where Grunta looks frantically for her pig. As of yet, it is still nowhere in sight.

"Alright Grunta, it looks like we are ready to proceed. Please show us the way. Let’s start, with that room on the left there."

Aidan will approach cautiously, staff at the ready

Bastonn readies his spear and approaches the indicated room with Aodhan.

As Orla meditated, Makander cleaned her wounds and tended to them as best he could as his knowledge of healing was very limited.

Grunta reluctantly leads the party into the chamber along the western wall. What must once have been the great hall of the castle is now a sad mess of half-rotten rafters, broken dishes, and fallen mortar. The center of the room is dominated by a long oak table, and a large painting hangs askew on the north wall. You hear a faint gurgling sound coming from a cupboard in the corner.

The table is covered in debris – pottery shards, old tin cups, broken wine bottles, and moldy food scraps. The latter indicates that someone has been eating here recently. The painting depicts a stern man with evil gray eyes, a wicked grin, and raven hair swept behind his head. He wears a full suit of armor and carries a horned great helm under his arm.

Bastonn’s eyes widen at the sight of food, but his excitement is quickly dashed when he sees that only moldy scraps remain. "Bah," he grunts in disappointment. Noticing the painting on the wall, he remarks "That must be the infamous Rothgar Wolfsbane. Doesn’t look so tough." He turns to Grunta. "Is that sound coming from the cupboard the pig you seek, orc?"

"No, no, no..." mutters Grunta, squirming in a most un-Orc-like manner. "Merle is too big for that cabinet."

Orla puts her bow away, draws a knife and try to silently approach cupboard and swing it open aiming to kill the goblin who she thinks is hiding in there. The one who almost killed her...

Out of the cabinet tumbles a scrawny goblin, holding both an empty wine bottle and a particularly large drinking horn. This is not the goblin that Orla had seen escape. This one, with wide eyes, begins yammering about how it is only here to escape a brutal orc attack. As her eyes lock into Grunta, she cries out and points a terrified finger towards the orc!