4 On to Phandalin

After Ammos gives both Gundren and Sildar’s wounds a once over the group heads back toward the wagon. With Sildar and Ammos guiding Gundren he is able to walk on his own, but he does stumble still as you progress through the woods. It takes you about an hour before you are stepping out of the woods and back onto the Triiboar Trail. You are able to find your cart again. The ox seem content having munched down all the grass they could reach in your absence.

When you come to the wagon Sildar and Gundren slump down to the ground. Gundren, face drawn and shoulders tight, covers his face with his hands. It is odd for you who know him, his usual bight and sunny disposition shadowed. Ammos stays by Gundren’s side, Tatiana you can see the worry on your brothers face.

Upon seeing the wagon, Raven immediately goes to check on the two oxen, talking quietly with each of them like they were old friends rejoined, checking on how they had been and if they needed anything.

Returning to the group, he updated everyone on the status of the oxen, not that anyone probably wanted or needed an update on the beasts. "They are fine. Seem to have enjoyed the rest. Looks like nothing bothered them."

He glanced a Gundren, the man seemed broken by what had happened. Raven hoped they would be able to help him. "Do we want to camp here for the night or push on up the trail a bit? We all could use a good rest - but I wonder if the goblins might make trouble."

Trouble can be everywhere. Trakomak don't hide his opinion to make camp where they are, but is not the one to decide.

"The oxen and wagon were undisturbed," says Tatiana, "so I believe we will be the same if we rest here. The goblins may also be as tired as we are, giving us some time before they resume their patrols."

Should the decision be made to camp for the night, Tatiana casts her Unseen Servant to prepare a low fire and set up her tent. She will secure her belongings and her person with a magical Alarm, then ward the area of the camp with the same. Once things have settled for a bit, Tatiana will inspect the two vials to try and determine their contents.

Raven nodded, "I'll get some wood for a fire. I think we all could use some warmth and a meal."

I'll join you, lad. Two can carry more than one, says Alex, remembering how Raven dragged him to safety in the fracas.

"So, we're planning to rest here? Where the goblins who might be scared of us but who certainly are not tired or injured can just wander out and attack?" Decklan clarifies, folding his arms across his chest, his gaze sweeping across the battered troupe.

"I think it's a bad call, but fine. Here's what we do: I'll stand watch. Yes, all night. In the morning, I'll ride in the cart and... gather my thoughts... while we travel. Objections?"

Tatiana has no objections to Decklan's offer, but she adds, "Your stalwart efforts are admirable, but you will not stand alone. One of us shall keep watch with you in shifts, as two are better than one. I will take the first shift."

Wake me up when it's my turn. HalfOrc falls asleep in no time

Raven will get a fire going and agree to take a turn on watch.

I'll take the middle witching hour shift. I have some extra rations if anyone needs, but after I eat, I'm going to go right to sleep. Wake Lady Goldenhair, wake me for the second shift, please.

Freed from the task of setting a fire, Tatiana's Unseen Servant prepares a hot cup of chamomile tea, then begins the process of dividing up the coin from Klarg's chest. Tatiana herself sees to identifying the two vials of red liquid.

Alex and Raven get a good fire going with the help of Tatiana’s unseen servant. With the supplies provided in the cart Raven makes a thick and delicious stew for all. Sildar and Gundren eat the food as if they haven’t eaten in days, maybe they haven’t. The night is dark and overcast and the place where you found to hide the oxen was a good one, well concealed. Sitting next to the fire with spell book and red vials it takes Tatiana no time at all to identify 2 potions of healing (regular).

Sildar and Ammos apologies about not taking a turn at watch. Sildar is exhausted and doesn’t think he can stay up at all. Ammos wants to stay with Gundren and watch over him in the night, in case the blind dwarf needs help or wakes up and doesn’t know where he is.

Tatiana will leave the possession of the healing potions open for discussion. "Alex and Decklan, you both were very mobile in the cave," she begins. "I believe your flexibility in maneuvering the field might provide you the best opportunities to use these healing potions, whether for us or for yourselves."

In the event that no one can decide who will hold onto them, she will keep the vials in her pack for later distribution.

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Raven wrapped up dinner and settled into his bed roll to get some sleep before his watch.

Thank you, Lady Tatiana, that is most generous of you, Alex responds to the offer of the healing potion, which he will accept barring anyone else's objection.

The night is passing without incident, then just before second watch will be woken Tatiana hears what seems to be a great rush of wind through the trees. It seems to be just a gust from the south at first, but then another swirl sweeps through coming from the north west. A few more moments pass before, in the distance, a great roar is heard. The roar is followed by strange cracking noises. Then silence....

Tatiana looks to Decklan to see if the other can recognize the sound. She tries to estimate the distance and direction of the roar to gauge whether it indicates a potential threat, or an imminent one.

"...the hell was that?"

Tatiana's voice is soft, as if speaking any louder might attract the source of the noise. "Whatever it is, it sounds big. There were rumors of a dragon flying above these woods; perhaps there is some truth to them."

Tatiana can tell that whatever made the roar was far enough away that the camp is not in immediate danger. The beast flew close but whatever it caught was a distance away. From your studies you know it could be a dragon, there are also other possibilities, you can’t be sure.

Decklan you hear the roar and the crack and only then connect the rush of wind to the possibility of a flying creature.

The roar is far enough away as not to wake anyone who is asleep. It comes from the east, the direction you will be traveling in the morning.

"I think we're safe for now," whispers Tatiana over the crackle of the campfire. She closes her spellbook and tucks the tome into her vest, then moves to her tent. "I will retire for the evening. Please wake Alex and have him assist you."

Before she closes the tent flap, she pauses. "And... thank you, Decklan," Tatiana says, and retires for the remainder of the evening.

Decklan watches Tatiana slip into her tent. After she's gone, he looks to thy sky in the direction the roar had come from. "Whatever it is, I hope it stays good and far away from us."

With that, he moves over to wake Alex. Nudging the man in the side, Decklan growls, "Wake up. You've got watch."

The remainder of the night passes without incident. The day is cloudy but it’s not raining, yet. Is there anything you would like to do before breaking camp.

In the morning, Raven will ready the oxen. He feels more in touch with the beasts than ever before.

Tatiana quickly secures her possessions thanks to the assistance of her Unseen Servant. The greater efficiency allows her more time to ward herself and her pack with magical Alarms, and provide Ammos with the opportunity to see to Sildar and Gundren.

If Decklan did not mention the noise from last night to everyone, Tatiana reports the incident. "I cannot definitively say that it was the rumored dragon., nor if that creature noticed our campfire. It is best we remain alert on our journey and include the sky in our watch."

Rumored dragon? Trakomak is surprised about such rumors. You believe there is a dragon around Phandalin and still going there?
Trakomak realizes he have underestimated Tatiana. But he believes in no rumors and will tag along the party toward the Phandalin if you don't have any objections. Safer together.

"I don't place much in rumors," says Tatiana, "but last night's disturbance is still evidence that something large and predatory roams these woods. And yes, we push on for Phandalin. Our benefactor requires assistance that we cannot provide; hopefully such can be found there."

She then asks of Sildar, "Have you been to Phandalin? I imagine it must be a small town, so far from the main road. What might we expect?"

Alex listens attentively as he stows his meager belongings and prepares to move on.

As Raven was hitching the oxen, he listened to the discussion about dragons. The young man worried about the two friends who would make a good meal for a hungry dragon. Hopefully they would not encounter such a beast on the road.

"They are well rested, so hopefully we will make good time today." keeping to business discussion rather than adding to the worried talk of dragons.

"No point worrying about maybes. If we run into a dragon, we're fucked anyway. If everyone runs in different directions, maybe some of us get lucky and get away. But I'm not letting a maybe control me," Decklan says with a shrug, his usually harsh tone making it sound almost like a challenge.

He gets up on the bench seat of the cart and settles in, crossing his arms over his chest. "I was up all night. I'm going to relax for a bit."

Tatiana sees to Sildar and Gundren, assisting Ammos in whatever he needs to prepare the injured duo for the journey. She expects Ammos to ride with Decklan while she is ready to walk alongside.

Sildar shakes his head at Tatiana’s question of if he’s been to Phandalin himself. "I’ve never been, but an associate of mine is there. I’ve been tasked with helping him get the town on its feet."

"Phandalin is a town of hard working folk, they are good people. If a bit ruff around the edges sometimes." Gundren gets a hint of his old simle before it slips away.

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Everyone packs up and the group heads out. The oxen pulling swiftly along the trail begin to get a little antsy after only twenty minutes of travel.

Raven you notice that the ox ears are searching as their nostrils flare and huff, their eyes are fixed on the curve of the road a head.

Raven slows the pace of the wagon, trusting the instincts of his friends as better than his own. Speaking up so everyone can hear him. "Something up ahead is spooking the team... might be a predator... might be that thing last night..."

He leans close to Rudy the lead oxen, laying a comforting hand on the large ox's muzzle, speaking to him quietly "What are you getting big guy? I'm not seeing anything, but you smell things better than me."

Decklan grumbles. "If I gotta get out of this damned cart, so help me..."

Alex, walking slightly ahead of the cart as before the cave fracas, picks up Raven's warning and carefully draws his rapier and poignard, scanning the flora at the side of the road.

Tatiana, positioned near the back of the wagon, waits patiently for the vanguard to signal the all-clear.

With loud Arghh Trakomak moves ahead the road.

Watching the activity ahead, Tatiana deadpans quietly into the wagon, "Rest while you can, Decklan. I'm sure you'll know when you're needed by the amount of screaming."

Raven nodded at Rudy's response. It sounded strange, but he trusted animals more than people.

He comforted both of them - *speak with animals "Slow up while we check up ahead"

Raven brings the team to a slow walk, letting Trakomak get out ahead of them. He calls out, "Rudy says he smells blood - and ice. We should be careful."

The cart comes to a halt at Raven’s command.

Trakomak you stride forcefully forward. As you approach the curve in the road you hear a few cries echo out from the way your coming.

Trakomak moves toward the curve moving off the road to cut the curve and have some cover by moment he will notice who's crying.

Trakomak you see three dead dear. Two are caught in a great sweeping swath of ice, half their body’s chomped away. The third is mostly just a bloody smear aross the ground. The cry’s you heard are coming from a handful of crows pecking and fighting over the slowly melting remains.

If it was a dragon it wouldn't leave meat, would it? Perhaps there were four and a single dear is enough for a dragon? Hal Orc wonders but not for long. He will let smart ones think

Tatiana, you want see this! Magic! Trakomak moves forward to scare crows away to help others investigate the scene, while he is looking around for dangers or wolfs attracted by the smell.

Raven hears Trakomak call for Tatiana to investigate. Since there is no sounds of combat or screaming, he will slowly start the team forward. He is constantly whispering encouragement to them saying the big green guy will take care of anything bad.

Tatiana quickens her pace to reach the bend ahead of the wagon. She relies on her powers of observation and deduction before she attempts to cast Detect Magic.

Looking at the bloody smear on the ground, Tatiana checks if there are signs of a great impact that might determine the size of the aggressor. She looks for abnormal tracks and signs that a giant creature might have taken flight, as well as any other disturbance that might provide insights into what happened.

Trakomak their is enough blood around that there may have been more deer in the group than what’s been left.

Raven the deer are on the left side of the road but on it. The oxen allow you to lead them to the far right with minimal encouragement, but are eager to put the scene out of sight, and smell.

Tatiana your investigative eyes are very sharp on the scene before you. You see tracks of a herd of six to eight deer exiting the woods to the right side of the road, making their way to the left. Something large with claws that sunk deep into the earth appeared on the road with no other tracks, suggesting that yes it was able to fly. The aggressors landing position is the point of origin for the swaths of ice. Great claw tacks show the deer were frozen, most eaten, then the predators tracks disappear, taking flight. You don’t need detect magic to recognize that the ice is not natural, but a magical effect or spell.

Tatiana wraps her cloak around herself to stave off the cold. "If we assume this to be the result of last night's disturbance, then we are likely looking at the hunt of a flying beast that can summon magical ice," she says, rubbing her shoulders as she moves to the clawed tracks.

"If we believe the rumors are true, this was our dragon," she continues. Kneeling next to one of the impressions in the earth, Tatiana uses her wand to measure how big across the clawed foot was and how deep it sunk into the ground. "I should not presume what kind of dragon just yet, not without further research, but with the deer frozen first and then eaten, it makes me think of a white one."

Tatiana writes in whatever details she has gleaned into a small book. Her studious intent in jotting down these notes does little to mask her obvious unease that such a large and fearsome encounter occurred not just twenty minutes from where they slept.

Closing her book with a snap, Tatiana catches up to the wagon. "Let us hurry. Perhaps the beast has sated itself from last night's meal and is no longer on the prowl, but I would feel better if we were much farther along the trail."

Hearing Tatiana's comment, and with the oxen anxious to be away from the scene, Raven will guide the team up to a safe but quicker pace to get them beyond scene of the meal. Keeping one eye on the road, he cannot help but keep looking skyward expecting at any minute to see a dragon come diving down to end their journey.

Our dragon you say? Trakomak gazes upon Tatiana. Not for long though.

It was probably a mistake comming here. What can we do against a dragon. This place is doomed. half orc considers, but keeps going forward.

Continuing along the Triboar trail for another few hours you reach the turn off to head south to Phandalin. You take the turn and continue forward without problem. The day stays overcast but dry. Evening is a few hours off when the cart begins to climb a small hill. The rutted track emerges from this wooded hillside, and you catch your first glimpse of Phandalin. The town consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings, some built on old fieldstone foundations. There are more old ruins—crumbling stone walls covered in ivy and briars—surrounding the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past. Most of the newer buildings are set on the sides of the cart track, which widens into a muddy main street of sorts that passes through town before it climbs toward a ruined manor house on a hillside at the east side of town.

As you approach, you see children playing on the town green and townsfolk tending to chores or running errands at shops. Many people look up as you approach, but all return to their business as you go by. The eyes that fall on Decklan linger longer than others. Trakomak also gets a few double takes.

Sildar seems much more at ease upon seeing the town and gives Gundren’s shoulder a reassuring pat. "Phandalin at last. My friends," he says, "let us secure lodgings. I'm told the local inn is very quaint. Walls and warmth will do us all wonders I’m sure."

Indeed, Master Sildar. Let us do so. Then let us pool our information and findings and decide what it is we must do next, says Alex, only slightly larcenously thinking of the near fortune in trade goods left in the cave. Would providing the Farshield Coster their location result in a reward? Visions of electrum coins danced in Alex's vision.

Tatiana is eager to find comfort in Phandalin's accommodations, as any hint of civilization is better than the rugged wilderness. She particularly looks forward to a good bath and change of clothes.

But first, there is the matter of Gundren's condition. Tatiana helps Ammos bring the blind dwarf down from the wagon and to wherever he might find treatment.

Raven walks in the muddy streets with the oxen, guiding them occasionally, but mostly the team knows what they are doing and avoids things.

To the oxen, "Almost there. We just have to find the inn and then we'll get you guys a nice meal."

Trakomak not sure if anyone expect him to participate "secure lodgings" , but politely wait for everyone and help with anything if needed. He prefer to visit the inn in company to avoid the any issues his outlook may cause.

Tatiana pays little attention to the surrounding area as she guides Ammos in bringing Gundren to the inn. "Safe lodging will soon expedite your recovery, Master Rockseeker," she says.

Seeing a location for provisions, Raven realizes he has no idea where the wagon is being delivered. Originally the plan was to reach the town an find Master Rockseeker, but with him already in the group and injured, things had changed dramatically. He focused on guiding the team deciding that business would be figured out eventually.

He looked around the streets as they past, a farmer come to a new town. - Phandalin. It was bigger than his home village, although most things were. Still small though.

Assuming there is a stable, Tatiana directs Raven to guide the oxen and find a place for the wagon. She peeks into the cargo area and asks, "Decklan, will you be staying with the cart again, or will we be securing lodging for you inside?"

She accepts whatever answer is given and proceeds into the Stonehill Inn to speak to the proprietor.

"I'll stay with the delivery until it's properly delivered. Hate to fail the job this close to the end," Decklan grumbles, looking around and settling back into his seat.

Trakomak silently follows Tatiana and anyone else who is heading toward the Inn.

Raven waited patiently with the oxen team until lodging and stables were arrange.

The common room is filled with locals nursing mugs of ale or cider, all of them eyeing you with curiosity. At the bar is a middle-aged human man with salt and pepper hair and beard. He smiles brightly at you all as you enter. It takes him a moment, but after that moment he recognizes Gundren and his smile widens. "Gundren, welcome back to town. Where are you're brothers tonight? Who are you're new friends?"

Gundren’s head turns to the voice. Though the pinched look on his face relaxes a little at the familiar voice he doesn’t smile as he once would have. "Toblen, my brothers are still at our claim. These new friends have helped me bring supplies and… saved my life."

Toblen’s eyes go wide, he examines Gundren and you all more closely. "I’m thinking it’s a long story. How’s about you tell me about it after you’ve eaten and rested."

Sildar who is standing behind Gundren, keeping watch as Ammos and Tatiana guide the dwarf, nods. "Food and rest are very much needed." He raises a hand in greetings, "Sildar Hallwinter, Lords Alliance."

With a nod, "Toblen Stonehill, this is my Inn." Toblin turns to each of you in turn, waiting from you to introduce yourselves.

As the introductions are being made, Tatiana is suddenly very aware of her appearance. So caught up in the perilous journey and mindful of the surrounding dangers, she didn't even consider sparing a few hours for her own self-care. Perhaps it is no wonder that the adventurer taverns in Waterdeep were as grubby as they were.

No matter. Tatiana pulls her shoulders back and straightens into her noble upbringing. Smoothing out the mud-encrusted folds of her soiled skirt and tucking a tangled hair behind her ear, she approaches the proprieter. "Master Stonehill, a pleasure," she begins. Knowing that her brother is busy with Gundren, she continues with a gesture towards the dragonborn, "May I present Ammos Grifstone of Waterdeep? I am his younger sister, Tatiana. We look forward to your accommodations." She finishes with a slight curtsy.

Perhaps sensing the anxious presence behind her and knowing of Raven's shyness, Tatiana continues. "With us is Trakomak, whom you see here. Others in our company include Decklan and Raven, who are securing the supplies destined for Barthen's Provisions."

She steps aside to allow Alex his opportunity to fill the conversation with his usual flourish.

Yes, Trakomak. Me half-orc looks around nervously. Me... Ale ... Two mugs of ale, please. How much?

Raven nodded as Sildar mentioned Barthen’s Provisions, looking back up the street. Knowing that oxen did not really backup well, Raven looked ahead to the open area past the inn. "Very well. I'll turn the boys around up there and head back to the provisions."

Nudging the team back to a walk, "Just a little bit more and we'll get all this delivered." there was a big short from one of the oxen "Yes, I know we passed it..."

"At least you've got the good sense to finish the job, kid," Regan says approvingly to Raven from his seat on the cart.

As he rides, he'll keep an eye out for a temple or any sign of where a Cleric might be found.

Raven as you guide the cart to a clear place to turn it around you garner the notice of the handful of children playing on the town green. Two of the older ones come rushing over, carful of the ox but grinning up at you. A shaggy dog on their heels. One of the boys, the one with dark hair, is a human, the second is a halfling. The halfling seems a bit more shy.

"Hello!" The dark haired boy says when they arrive next next to you. "Is this your cart? Aren’t your Ma and Pa with ya?" The boys don’t see Decklan in the back of the wagon.

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Raven smiles at the question from the two boys, "No - it is not mine - I wish, a good pair of oxen are Rudy and Steve here. I'm working with a crew - they stopped at the inn and I'm heading back to the provisioner up the street."

He glances at the dog, "I like your dog."

As he chats, he keeps his attention on the oxen making the turn and making sure the cart does not hit anyone or anything.

Despite his near-death experience in the cave, Alex cannot resist the lure of the stage; the sometimes fatal attraction of an audience. Running his hands through his all too grimy curly locks, Alex bows to the innkeeper. Greetings, Master Toblen. I hight Alexander Simonnet Natalis de Bertier du Puy, of the du Puys of Amphail and environs. It is a distinct pleasure to make the acquaintance of both mine host and his hostelry, especially after barely surviving the depredations of a near score of goblinoids. Not just the pesky—but deadly—little green ones, but the fearsome bugbear and its warg companion as well. Twas a battle, long and thick, and more than once we saw our life’s blood stream out from us like the headwaters of the mighty Mirar itself. I’d not known that hearts blood was so beautiful. However, through the grace of Lady Tymora, and the puissance of masters Decklan and Trakomak, the cunning of young Raven, and the wizardly might of Lady Tatiana and her twin brother Amos, and perhaps a small contribution by yours truly, we survived. Nay, we persevered, and affected the rescue of our, and here Alex turns to Sildar and Gundren, most gracious employers, and made it to Phandalin otherwise physically unscathed and able to revel in your undoubtedly legendary hospitality.

Trakomak pays 4 copper and drinks the mug in a few seconds. I'm still alive. he says nodding to himself and orders another round of ale. Will be drinking it slowly looking around.

Decklan across the green where the children play you see what seems to be a shrine. As the cart passes a little closer to turn around you see carved into the shrine some sort of coin. There are no other temples or religious places in sight. You also notice that a large building to the south of the green has a sign with a shield with a blue lion on it. You also see to the east what has to be the Town Hall or whatever passes for such in Phandalin.

Raven - The boys smile at you grows very wide. "Oh, that’s my Papa’s Inn! I’m Pip. This is my best mate Carp, his dog’s Ash." Pip puts a lot of emphasis on the his when naming the dog. "What’s your name then?" The boys continue to follow you back up the street.

In the Inn - Toblen watches Alex’s speech with slightly widening eyes and rapt attention. "Well, my… goblins." He takes everyone in again. "I’m glad you all made it to town. Let’s… let’s get you settled, how many in your party? Rooms or just food and ale?" He leads you to a large table by the fire. Motioning at a nearby bar maid then to Trakomak. "Two ale’s for our Gundren’s large friend."

As you look around Trakomak you see many locals, miners, farmers, and the like. Many give you, specifically but also your party, curious looks. As people in small towns are apt to do when strangers come to town.

"We would love to stay at your fine establishment, thank you," says Tatiana. "If you would be so kind as to arrange a room for myself and my brother? We also have four others that might share a space, or separately if there's something available. As well, we have Master Hallwinter and Master Rockseeker."

Should the overnight accommodations be settled, Tatiana says, "I will return to partake in your menu. I must see to business at Barthen's Provisions, and find someone have a look at Master Rockseeker's condition. May I be directed to both?"

Tatiana pays for herself and Ammos to occupy one double. As to the question of Gundren, she answers, "We will have Master Rockseeker diagnosed for the best possible treatment. Is there a temple that we may visit to inquire?"

"Pleasure to meet you Pip, Carp, and noble Ash. My name is Raven and these are my hard working friends Rudy and Steve. I am very much looking forward to staying at your papa's inn, once I finish with my work. First we have to get this wagon delivered up the street."

He continued to guide the oxen.

Bed in the bunk rooms works for me Soldier is used to bunk rooms, besides Trakomak hope to find anyone to play dice game with through the night.
He looks at Sildar, surprised the he would buy everyone a drink for saving his life. Looks at Tatiana, Ammos, Alex... huh these nobles hardly know how how to drink.

Toblen. You know. I am lucky. Still alive after facing half doze goblins and ... he decides not to tell locals about the dragon - need no stress around. Trakomak buy an ale to every patron.

Alex looks morosely at the paltry state of his coin pouch, and gives a long, loud, expressive sigh, replete with overtones of angst and despair. A bunk in the common room it is, mine host, he says as he hands over four coppers, causing them to dance across his knuckles first. Looking to Tatiana, Alex asks, M'lady, are you certain that we can properly remunerate any healer for their time?

Tatiana answers, "It will depend on the diagnosis."

I see. I think I’m suffering from the simultaneous scourges of emptiness of both wallet and gullet. The latter I may be able to address here; the former seems more difficult. Alex shakes his head morosely. So we need a healer and then perhaps we can get paid? he asks of the dragon twins.

"Nothing says that either must be done sequentially," says Tatiana. "Ammos, see to Gundren and Sildar, and inquire about a temple. I will go with Raven to take the supplies to Barthen's."

Turning to Alex, she says, "If you wish to remain here for an early lunch, do let us know the quality of fare." Tatiana proceeds to head back outside under the assumption that Raven is waiting there.

No, no, Lady Tatiana. An enchantress such as yourself requires an escort, exaggeratingly looking around, Alex continues, and I seem to be the only one here. Unless, of course, you choose to go with the redoubtable Ammos and I do my best to see to the ills of our erstwhile? current? future employers? Nothing like leeches and lancets for the curing of all ills, I say Alex takes out one of his razor-sharp daggers as he says the last and sends it spinning and tumbling from hand-to-hand over and under.

Tatiana does not pause on her way out of the inn. If Alex chooses to accompany her of his own volition, he is welcome to do so as she has clearly not voiced her objection.

Snooty is as snooty does, but she did save my life back there. Her and Raven. I shall be back to sample your glorious provender, mine host, but the ways of women are mysterious, and she needs to be escorted, Alex tells the inkeeper. He then hurries out after Lady Tatiana's sweeping exit, quickly ensuring that his half-dozen or more weapons are properly stowed.

Raven guiding the oxen and the cart back up the street waves to Tatiana and Alex as the exit the tavern. He was glad to have the more vocal members along, not being that confident with dealing with whomever they were delivering the supplies.

Toblen turns his worried face back to Tatiana. "We don’t have any temples here in Phandalin yet… the only cleric in town is Sister Garaele of Tymora. She has a small shrine set up across from the Townmaster’s Hall." Toblen pauses a moment then adds. "Or maybe Adabra out at Umbrage Hill could have a look at him, she’s an apothecary and midwife."

Sildar nods to Toblen, "Our thanks Toblen," he turns back to the group. "If you all would get the supplies delivered and check in with this cleric I’ll see Gundren settled."

Trakomak you see three patrons in the common room curantly. Toblen takes the coin from you when you offer it.

Gundren turns to where Alex’s voice came from as he and Tatiana head to the door. "Remember upon delivering the supplies to Barthen’s shop he’ll pay you each 10 gold, my lad." A echo of a smile crosses the dwarfs lips at Alex’s continual exuberance.

Following Tatiana’s lead Ammos stays with Sildar and Gundren in the Inn.

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"We could help you deliver them," the halfling boy says softly to Raven, "w-where are you taking them?"

Tatiana graciously nods at the directions to Sister Garaele and Midwife Adabra, and steps outside.

Standing at the doorstep, she looks around with concern at the absence of the supply wagon and her companions. Tatiana's first thought is to check the stable, so she walks further out towards the side of the inn while scanning her surroundings in case some thief is still absconding with her charge.

10 gold would come in very handy right about now, Alex thought. Lady enchantress, he called as he hurried after the aloof enchantress, as soon as we are done finding a physicker for Master Gundren, perhaps we should complete our charge and deliver the supplies?

"Gundren is safe; he can wait while we finish our business," Tatiana says without turning as she continues her pace towards the stables, hands hidden beneath her travel cloak. "I don't know if you've noticed, but our charge isn't here."

Raven glanced at the young Carp and very nearly told him they needed no help. But then he remembered something about his adopted father. There always seemed to be children around, and even though he could do all the work himself, he accepted their help. He always had a moment for the kids of the village, no matter how tired he was, especially the strange (and troublesome) orphan he would adopt.

"Well my new friend Carp, we are headed to Barthen's Provisions. Might you know where that is?" Raven knew if he looked up the street he would see the sign. "And have you guided a oxen team before?"

Seeing Tatiana looking for them, "Master Pip, there is a fine lady leaving your father's inn. If you could run over and tell her we are turning the team around and heading up to Barthen's Provisions."

Gesturing to Carp, "Walk in front of me... " he handed the lad the light guiding switch he carried to help guide the oxen, although he himself rarely needed it. Raven softly gave Carp suggestions, knowing that this team was well trained and he controlled them mostly with calls and whistles. "Keep them steady..."

Carp and Pip both beamed up at Raven when asked to help. Pip dashing off straight away toward the Inn and Tatiana.

"I know where the shop is," Carp elates and points up the street, "just there. I’ll show you." Carp wore a very serious expression when handed the switch and was meticulous in following Raven’s instructions for leading the oxen.

Tatiana as you look for thieves and or stables a young human boy sprints up to you panting a little from his run. "My lady, my lady." He pats you enthusiastically on the arm. "Raven sent me to say he’s tuning around the wagon and then we’re going to Barthen’s shop." The boy points farther down the road and Raven and the wagon are easy to see slowly making their way back up the street.

Tatiana gives an imperious glare at the child as her arm is touched repeatedly, but retains enough tact to look where Pip is pointing. "Thank you," she says, forcing her charm school sweetness into her tone. It helped that the boy referenced Raven and there does not appear to be any ill will behind his apparent enthusiasm.

She detours her path to join Raven and Decklan. "So kind of you to tell us," she says to the young child. "What is your name?"

When drinks delivered to patrons Trakomak cry cheers really loud rising his mug, but then become ashamed affording that action, sits at the bar and asks Toblen: So how does things go in this town? I know how people are looking at a half-orc. I think I need to do something good for the community to earn some respect. Any monsters or predators to take care of?

The boy stands up taller, full of pride, "I’m Pip Stonehill. That’s my Pa’s Inn." He points back at the Inn. "Raven’s gonna stay there, are you too gonna?" Pip looks between Tatiana and Alex as you walk.

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Trakomak with free drinks given to them most the patrons in the Inn gave you polite nods, but one older human man near the hearth gave a loud "Cheers," and big smile when you did the same.

"Oh," Toblen looks a bit ashamed at your question, "towns been have’n it a little trouble with orc’s lately, coming down from the mountain’s. They’ll come round to a lad seems nice as you." He hesitates a moment, "If you’re looking for work though, my wife’s been on me to go out to check on her friend, Adabra. I mentioned her to your blonde friend. The Town Master’s been offering 50 gold to check on her too. Though the wife was more worried about a friend than the gold." He winks.

"Yes," says Tatiana with a natural smile at hearing the name. Her pace is measured instead of rushed as their destination is the same. "I have already arranged a room at your father's establishment."

Tatiana recalls her time in court, navigating the perilous waters of snobbish socializing with as much patience and permanent smile. Compared to the peacocks in Waterdeep, this interaction with the children in Phandalin is almost refreshing.

To a point, at least. "No, I am not married," says Tatiana. "Raven and I are business associates, along with Alexander here."

The wizard pauses. "I do have a brother, and he is here in town, inside the inn." Tatiana turns to Pip, bending slightly to eye level. She says, quietly, "A challenge for you, then. A copper coin if you can, without assistance, identify which one of the newcomers is my brother."

Alex watches the interaction between Tatiana and the urchin with amusement, and withholds on injecting any mischief into the conversation. Although it intrigues him to wonder about Lady Snooty's reaction were he to tell the youth that in truth he is married to the enchantress. Nevertheless, with restraint almost unbecoming, he merely grins and follows along.

"Certainly," says Tatiana. "On your honor; no other assistance. Let us witness your powers of observation and deduction."

Pip nods again with enthusiasm, "Come on Carp this nice lady said she’ll give us a copper if we can figure out who her brother is." He waves his friend over.

Carp looks slightly confused but still up for a challenge, "Thank’s for showing me how to drive the cart, Raven." The halfling gives Raven a big grin as he returns the switch. Carp follows along with Pip back toward the Inn. Pip whispering excitedly into his shorter friends ear, presumably coming up with a plan of attack for their investigation. The large shaggy Ash following dutifully behind the boys.

Raven smiles as the village boys run off, wishing he had more time to chat with the dog, but maybe later.

He kept the oxen headed toward the provisioner up the street.

Once the children are gone, Decklan speaks up. "May have found what passes for a cleric in these parts," he says gruffly from his position in the wagon. "There's a shrine. Once this delivery is received, I intend to check it out."

Trakomak laughs. Destiny. he say I lost my job when humans go fight orc. Humans don't trust me to fight orcs. I can prove.

Trakomak continue drinking his ale and share some war stories with Toblen if human or any of the patrons willing to listen, but otherwise just waits for his party members to return. Fighting orcs is not a job fir him alone. The other job should also be tricky if Town Master value it at 50 gp. If something Trakomak learned at army - strength in numbers.

As Tatiana catches up to the wagon, she says in response to Decklan, "Yes, Sister Garaele of Tymora. There's also an apothecary nearby, somewhere called Umbrage Hill."

Just before their arrival at Barthen's, Tatiana relays the availability and cost of lodging at the Stonehill Inn. "I've already informed the proprietor of our numbers, but I did not presume to select the type of room on your behalf. I believe Alex and Trakomak have already decided on the bunkhouse.

"Speaking of Trakomak," she continues, "what do you three think of him? He appears to be a capable warrior; a bit direct in his approach to problems, but skilled nonetheless. He deserves Surge's payment for delivery of these supplies."

Sildar, Ammos and Gundran have taken up a table in the common room and order themselves some food, as well as sipping on the drinks that Trakomak bought them. They are close enough to you, Trakomak, that you can hear their conversation and when Amos sees you still standing at the bar he waves you over to sit with them.

Raven nudged Rudy who was drifting a bit to the left into the center of the street as he considered Tatiana's question.

"Seems good in a fight, definitely helped us against the goblins when he certainly did not have to help. He could have just kept on going. I agree he should get Surge's pay. Beyond that, I'm not sure what's next after we make this delivery."

Raven felt a little sad, he had been enjoying working with the oxen and would miss them once the job was completed.

"My brother has entered a service agreement with Master Rockseeker," asys Tatiana. "The delivery of these supplies was only part of the arrangement, and I am sure there is more work to be done."

She looks for the signpost marking Barthen's Provisions. "You are, of course, free to depart for your own pursuits once this task has been completed. If you have not yet made a decision, perhaps wait for Master Rockseeker to recover."

"Big lug swings heavy. Could be a real asset if that additional business turns out like this business. Give 'im the pay, might convince him to stay around," Decklan says in agreement.

Tatiana makes a quick adjustment of her weathered travel gear, and enters through the front door.

Decklan will hop out of the cart, and lean on it -- facing away from the shop.

Gundran, get well soon! Trakomak toasts and drinks his second ale in one go. He say thanks to Ammos for inviting, but he feel like he is class lower to the party and then leaves Tavern decided to goes for a walk through the town looking forward to find Town Master's house an other other site-seeing places of the town.

Trakomak as you turn to go to boy, on human one a haling enter and loitering in the doorway block the way out as they scan the room. They say a few quick words to each other before puffing out their tiny chests and walking over to you.

The human boy with dark hair is the one that speaks up at you, his eyes are wide, "I don’t know you. Did you help Raven get to town?"

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Tatiana as you right yourself and enter the shop you see three people inside. A half elf is winding cords of rope in the far corner from the door. A Red haired halfling woman is inspecting the items on a shelf to your right, and an older human man with a bushy gray beard and a round belly leans against the font counter. When the older man sees you he stands up straight, smiles, and calls out, "Welcome to Barthen’s Provisions. What can I do for you, mill?"

Tatiana takes a moment to process the contextual meaning of mill and deduces it's shorthand for m'lady. "I am Tatiana Grifstone," she announces with a curtsy to the older man, "here on behalf of Master Gundren Rockseeker. My associates and I have arrived to complete delivery of your contracted supplies."

She indicates any of her companions that have entered the store with her as part of her introduction, then says, "The wagon is just outside, if you wish to inspect your delivery."

Ha, Raven need no help. On the way here though we had some fun fighting goblin together. Why ask? Did he get into trouble? Trakomak talks a bit smoother than usually - now after two ales and asks also. And how you not afraid of half orc? Brave young man ?

"...just our fuckin' luck t'have this load stolen from the front yard o' th' damned client..." Decklan grumbles as he watches for signs of trouble.

Raven stood with the oxen, kind of keeping an eye on the wagon, but mostly just speaking softly to the oxen, thanking them for all their help and doing such a good job along the way.

"Oh yes, yes. Gundren was due back I forgot. Still haven’t seen his brothers come in from their claim yet." Barthen’s smile is bright and he mumbles the last part mostly to himself. "How many hands he hire out there in Neverwinter, Miss?"

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Out in the yard the oxen are happy for Raven’s attentions. Decklan no one approaches the yard but you do notice that out on the street a group of three rather ruff looking men are walking past and other townspeople are quick to get out of their way.

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Trakomak you notice the boy puff up a little more, "I’m not afraid of talking to people, plus we’re on a mission from the blonde lady. You have to be brave on missions." The halfling boy next to him nods seriously in agreement, "She sent me to investigate something and you and those two over with Gundren are the only new people I see." He gives a little nod like things are now in order. "Who’s you favorite person you were traveling with?" Both boys await your answer with bated breath.

BARTHEN'S PROVISIONS

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"There are six of us, sir," answers Tatiana. She waits professionally for Elmar to take possession of the supplies, and her eyes scan the shelves for a brief inspection of the merchandise.

Mission , wow! Trakomak looks at boy with a respect (if a bit played). OK. It is second question. And favorite is ... how you say - secret, right ? How about you tell me your secret and I tell you mine? And don't say such brave smart boy don't have secret

Tatiana Barthen gives you 60 gold and a serious look, "Now, Miss Grifstone, I will be checking in with Gundren on all points, I’ll let him know you collected this payment for all involved." He then turns to the halfelf coiling rope and calls, "Thistle, collect the wagon and you and Ander see it unloaded before sundown." The half elf is quick to head outside and take the lead of the oxen from Raven and Decklan, and lead them around back.

Within Barthen’s Tatiana scans the shelves. Barthen's is the biggest trading post in Phandalin. Its shelves stock most ordinary goods and supplies, including backpacks, bedrolls, rope, and rations. The place is open from sunup to sundown. Barthen's does not stock weapons or armor.

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Trakomak the boys talk in whispers for a moment before the young human urges the red haired halfling forward. "I’ll tell you the secret if you don’t tell my mum." The boy says, his freckles disappearing as his face flushes an embarrassed red at being the center of attention.

Tatiana hands over Alex's share, then pockets the remaining coins into her purse. "Of course, Master Barthen," she says with confidence. "You may find Master Rockseeker at the Stonehill Inn."

She briefly glances out the window to gauge how much sunlight remains, and decides that now is as good a time as any. "If there is nothing else to settle with our business arrangement, I should like to browse your wares. Others in my company may wish to, as well."

Tatiana indicates her interest in a hooded lantern and a bundle of rations. While she waits for the items to be retrieved, she gives a demonstrative scan of her head across the shelves and says, "I note that while you have an impressive selection, delicate items like jewelry appear absent. Are there other merchants in town that might carry such stock?"

Raven says goodbye to the two hard working oxen. He seems a little lost without them as the move away behind the building.

As Tatiana give him his payment, he simply says "Thank you." carefully pocketing the coins.

Since she is shopping, he glances around the wares, but does not seem to really need anything at the moment.

"Thanks, Princess," Decklan says as the entire handful of coin is dumped into a pouch. "By the by, th' town has a couple o' toughs wandering around. Locals scurried like rats to get outta th' way."

He stands silently without looking at Tatianna, eyes watching the believed troublemakers. "I may go start a fight. It's a maybe, because if they're just goons I don't want their boss to drop the hammer on the town after we leave. Still..." His voice trails off as he seems to be considering making bad things happen.

To Carp Alderleaf: sweet memories come to half orc remembering his secrets from his own mother and he has no problem to swear everything he thing boy would take serious: Your secret safe with me. Trakomak tell no secrets. Never.

"That’ll be 5 gold for the hooded lantern, and 25 sliver for the rations." Barthen retrieves the required items, hands them to Tatiana, then collects the coin owed. "We don’t have a jeweler here in Phandalin, to get fancy crafted things we have go got to Neverwinter." Barthen watches Tatiana give Alex, Raven, and Decklan their gold. When he overhears Decklan saying ‘tuffs’, that locals ‘scurried’ from Barthen frowns. "They were probably a couple Redbrands on their way to get sloshed and Sleeping Giant Tap house. I don’t know that I’d go messing with them. Townmaster Harbin’s been mostly letting them run rampant for fear of retaliation of a worse sort."

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Trakomak the young halfling nods, "When me and Pip were playing kill the hydra over in the hollow, we found a secret tunnel in the woods, but bad guys almost caught us. We had to run all the way home." Both boys watch your reaction to their adventure carefully.

"Carp told you our secret," Pip speaks up, "now you tell us who’s your favorite."

Tatiana secures her purchase, then engages in the time-honored tradition of extending the conversation by asking a clarifying question. "Redbrands?"

Trakomak's reaction is mostly none. He says So the question - my favorite person? My favorite person is me! ... he makes a dramatic pause then laughs Haha, just kidding. I like Tatiana and Ammos, they are both reasonable. Tatiana better if I have to pick one. The rest are... interesting. becoming more serious Trakomak adds the bad boys you run away - need help with them?
It appears not half orc interpret "bad guys" to be other boys of the town - the most reasonable explanation to the Alderleaf's words.

Barthen sighs, "Well… the Redbrands are a group of thugs that have been pests for a few years but about a month back they got organized. Now days they are making it hard on everyone, shaking down local businesses and flouting the townmaster's authority. Not that he does much to stop is." Barthen mumbles the last.

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Trakomak you see both their eyes widen a bit. "No you can’t," the dark haired one says, "Papa says we just get away from them if we see them. They’re not nice, they could hurt you." After a pause he adds, "What’s your name?"

"Phandalin has no constabulary?" asks Tatiana. "The townmaster is the sole authority here?"

Pip Stonehill: Could hurt me? Now that's interesting. How could I know I met the bad guys and need to run? And yes my name is Trakomak, you can call me Tra. Thanks for asking.

"No, not yet. Harbin can call up volunteers if he wants, and has for something’s but the Redbrands have him scared. Don’t get me wrong, Harbin’s been good for something’s, getting trade thriving, organization, even crop rotations, he’s just a little soft to deal with… threats from more than a rogue bear or pack of wolves. We actually had a Lords Alliance rep show up but he only stayed a week before he was just gone."

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"I’m Pip," the small human grins, then elbows his friend softly, "this is Carp. You’ll know um by the red bandanas they wear, and they’re always looking mean at people. They think they’re the boss all the time."

"I understand," says Tatiana, briefly distracted by a consideration of silent thoughts. "This representative, did he have a name?"

Raven looked at some wares as he listened to Tatiana speak with the owner. He was doing a very bad job at looking like he was shopping, when he was really just listening to the discussion.

Decklan wanders over to Tatiana and the proprietor. "So how many of these bastards are there? In total, I mean. And where's their home?"

"I couldn't tell you the Lord's Alliance representative's name. I don't remember, I'm better with faces than names, but he was staying at the Inn." Barthen turns at Decklan's qustion, "I don't think anyone knows where the Redbrands are hold up, but they spend an awful lot of time at the Sleeping Giant tap house, getting drunk and starting fights."

"Heh. Looks like I know where I'm going to go spend my time," Decklan replies with a harsh laugh and a smile that can only be described as malicious. With that, he saunters out the door a ways heading towards the inn, but remembers about needing a cleric.

He plants his heel and pivots in a facing movement that would make the hardest drill sergeant smile (inside) and heads towards the shrine he observed earlier.

"Thank you, Master Barthen," says Tatiana. "I shall inform Master Rockseeker of your intent to visit, and I look forward to returning to your establishment." Offering a curtsy, she turns to depart the store and proceed to the Shrine of Tymora to visit Sister Garaele.

Before she leaves, Tatiana appraises the young man seemingly lost in thought. "Raven," she says, hoping to provide direction now that his main focus was taken away. "Come along. There are other matters to address."

Alex, upon receiving his share of the payment from Tatiana, loses himself in reverie. Gold, sweet, precious, luscious, glittering, shiny gold. Oh, of thee how I long to sing. But ten pieces is not the fortune I need to restore our name and honor. Alas, I am beholden to continue a life of privation until I have amassed enough of thee, lovely gold.

Hearing Lady Tatiana's voice take a turn to the acerbic as she questions the storekeep shakes Alex out of his dawdling. He remains uncharacteristically silent as he takes in this information [OOC - because his player was busy :)].

Toughs in Phandalin and possibly impotent Lords Alliance representative? Opportunity for both wealth and disaster. Which will it be?

Turning to the storekeep, Alex asks Master Elmar, was it? Do you have standard arrows amongst your many wares? If so, may I have a brace of 20, please? he says as he flips one of the gold pieces from hand to hand. And if I may prevail upon your loquaciousness, these Redbrands, would you say their mischief is more of the subtle kind or are they more akin to bugbears with less facial hair?

Raven put down the random thing he had been looking at but not really interested in. He followed Tatiana out the door and asked quietly, "Did you want to go searching for a healer now? Hopefully we will find someone who can help."

As they leave, he tries to get one last look at the oxen who he had walked with for several days. He gives a little sigh to himself thinking they were good company.

Tatiana nods, maintaining a brisk and determined pace to conclude as much of the day's business as she can. "Yes. We will first inquire at the Shrine to Tymora and speak to the sister. If she cannot help, we can find directions to Umbrage Hill and the apothecary."

Glancing over her shoulder, she pauses. "You've heard our conversation about these 'Redbrands'? Probably just some local hooligans," she says, quietly so as to not declare herself to everyone in Phandalin. "Still, just in case, walk with a little more confidence." Tatiana's eyes flit to Raven's shoulders and the penchant for his chin to turn towards the stables. "Straighten your back and look ahead like you know what you are doing and where you are going. Small-town thugs will only bother you if you appear lost and weak, so don't give them that opportunity."

The farmer looks at Tatiana as she suggests various changes to him. He shrugs, "I get it. I live in a small town. People always messed with me growing up. Might be because of the witch. Mostly just ignore me these days." he seems to have drifted off the topic. "I'll give it a try."

Raven attempts to stand straighter and look more confident, but at only 5'5" tall and 120 pounds, Raven is anything but intimidating. After a few steps, he is slumped back into his normal posture and stopped to scratch the stray cat which walked by them in the street.

Having returned to her purpose, Tatiana is unaware of Raven's distraction as she continues to the shrine.

Decklan you head down the street toward the green where the oxen turned around. Tatiana and Raven you head south in the direction Toblen had indicated Tymora’s shrine was. Decklan and Tatiana you are shadowing each other, is it coincidence or is some one following the other. Raven you notice the situation too.

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Alex Barthen shakes his head, "I don’t sell weapons and the like, for that you want Linene over at the Lionshield Coster. Big building south of the Green, look for the shield with a blue lion on it. As for the Redbrands, they do both. Sneak around stealing things and, if rumors are to be believed, people. They’ll also bash things to bits when things don’t go their way."

Thank you kindly, good sir, and may The Lady Who Smiles always gaze fondly upon you and your establishment. With that, Alex runs after Tatiana and Raven. With what has transpired, Alex subconciously considers the enchantress as the de facto leader of their little group of misfits and mischief-makers.

Catching up to them, he says somewhat breathlessly M'lady, yon master storekeep informed me that the place to restock on armaments is none other than the Lionshield Coster—the very group whose items we found in the back of the goblin cave! Perhaps we will even receive a reward for the information! Regardless, I need to go anyway having expended some of my arrows on the various beasts we encountered, but if we go as a group, I believe that would lend credence to our claim and perhaps move the costermembers to be more…thankful. As he says this last, the ambitious Alex mimes the weighing of coins in his hand as he looks plaintively at the austere wizard.

Pip, Crep. You helped me. Hope we be partners - future. I hope I helped you with your mission. If you need me no more I go see to Town Master. Could ask him about your red bandanas man.

Tatiana appears to absorb every word of Alexander's suggestion, though she does not break her deliberate stride towards the shrine. "It seems the supply chain to Phandalin could do with improvements," she says in response, though more to herself than anyone else. "Perhaps there is an opportunity for... something."

Shaking her head clear of any thoughts of the distant future, Tatiana says, "We can visit the coster after we see to Master Rockseeker's health."

Raven lagged behind the other too, with Alex hustling past him to catch up with Tatiana. He overhears the comment about the boxes that were found in the goblin cave. "Seems the goblins have been very active with raiding caravans. Not sure we want to go back there."

Raven is happy to trail behind the other two more noble looking members of the group.

Of course, of course, Lady Grifstone. Life and limb before wealth and happiness, he says with a bit of a strained smile. Throwing a wave towards young Raven, he slows down a bit until Raven catches up. Throwing his arm around the youth, he says Come lad, the cities are indeed much different and busier than the woods and the farms, but they have their own delights. For example, have you ever seen a juggling act? Alex goes on to describe various entertainments one can find in inns and taverns such as magic shows, acrobatics, theatrics, song, and musical renditions.

The farmer glanced at the arm Alex has draped across his shoulders, but does not pull away. He considers the question probably to seriously, "I've been to the city a couple times with my father when he goes to sell the harvest, but I've not seen a true juggler - although there's one guy in the village who can juggle five apples pretty well. Does that count?"

Raven listened to Alex go on about all of the various entertainments, nodding along whether he understood most of the words or not.

Oh you poor lad. Never seen a juggler? Well, you are in luck today, my friend. Once we get back to the inn and sit down to a meal, I will give you a display—completely free of charge!

Boys are capable at gathering info. It worries me they are collecting info on our party, but... we are strangers to locals, that would be fair to want know some.
Trakomak leaves tavern trying to be positive.He is wandering around the town trying to find Town's Master house.

Trakomak you head out of the inn and find the townmasters hall easily enough. It's situated on the east side of the town green. The townmaster's hall is a two story building with sturdy stone walls, a pitched wooden roof, and a bell tower at the back. The job board next to the front door features a sparse number of notices, all written in Common and in the same hand.

Trakomak glance at the job board. humans! Why they need to write when can't talk half orc has learned to read some common, but reading stresses him.

Trakomak goes straight to the building and knocks at the doors loudly, waiting for answer.

Trakomak, an extended period passes before a high male voice calls through the door. "Are you a dragon? If so just know that there are no riches in here."

Me?! I've been called many things, but dragon. Half orc is shocked at first, but then regain confidence
I'm half-orc, name Trakomak. I can come tomorrow if it's not best moment for you today to discuss town business, but all I want is to settle in your town. Would there be any unoccupied house or location I can make my home?

"Oh," the voice comes back through the door, "I suppose today is fine, but I will not be going outside with the dragon about. I will open the door and you may come in if you are fast and don’t let any dragons in." The door snaps open, whoever opened it is hiding behind it so you cannot see them, "Hurry before a dragon comes."

As Trakomak disappears into the Townmasters Hall. The rest of the party reaches the end of the street from Barthen’s and come to the Town Green. The shrine is easy to see from where the road opens up to the grassy field. There are still children playing here.

With the knowledge that Redbrand thugs roam the streets, Tatiana keeps an eye on her surroundings as she takes her direct and confident path towards the shrine.

Raven smiled at Alex suggestion, "Truly I lead a sheltered life." he said seriously.

Decklan makes a beeline for the shrine, intent on finding some answers.

Raven sees Trakomak across the green, no one else does.

Decklan and Tatiana intent on your paths arrive at the shine at about the same time. No one is there a the moment other than the two on you, Alex and Raven close behind. The shrine made of stones taken from the nearby ruins. Carved into the shrine is some sort of coin, as Decklan noticed earlier.

Decklan will inspect the carved coin, to see if he can interpret its meaning.

Tatiana looks for an adjacent building or an attachment to the shrine. She did not expect this meager pile of stones to be the shrine itself; instead she thought... well, something grander.

"Hello?" she calls out in case someone is nearby. "Sister Garaele?"

Raven pulled away from Alex for a moment, "Was that Trakomak going into that building over there?"

By the time he looks a second time, the figure had slipped into the building. "Missed him..."

Raven looks at the shrine, but does not comment, not having any particular closeness with the named gods.

Alex looks down the road. I didn’t see anyone, Raven, and the half-orc is hard to miss.

Alex upon arriving at the shrine you recognize the symbol.

Alex’s eyes alighted on the shrine in recognition, and the normally boisterous young man was overtaken by a mien of seriousness. The magnitude of the past few days—especially his all-too-close brush with death—cascaded over him like a draught of ice-cold water. Dropping to his knees, he bowed his head in prayer. In a low, but audible voice, he began. Luckbringer, Tyche’s fair-haired daughter, your unworthy follower thanks you for your protection in his time of mortal danger. May you continue to bestow your smile upon me as I dare in my quests—personal and otherwise—and may I continue to bring you joy in my adventures. At this point, Alex reaches into his coin pouch and pulls out a single copper piece. As is his wont, he has it dance between his knuckles and through his fingers before giving it a vigorous flick with his thumb, which causes it to spin into the air, flashing brightly. Watching it rise and then begin to fall, he ends his prayer with the traditional A copper to the Lady returns tenfold in gold!

"Cleric or not?" snaps Decklan.

Tatiana waits until Alex has completed his flashy prayer before saying, "Perhaps the Sister is away." She steps closer to the shrine to see if there is an offering bowl or some receptacle for donations, and if so, will deposit a copper coin.

She calls out again for Sister Garaele, this time looking towards any neighboring buildings.

As Alex’s coin flips in the air then lands in the offering bowl that rests upon the shrine a Elvin woman exits a small house close to the shrine. "Greetings. Lady’s eyes on you all." She has golden hair and sharp cheekbones.

Raven watched Alex and Tatiana deposit a copper. He shrugged, adding his own copper to the offering. Although he did not follow the named gods, it never hurt to offer something he supposed.

Lady’s favor to you, Luckbringer, Alex responds in kind. We are recent arrivals to Phandalin, having dared not only the road but the lair of a pack of evil goblinoids and their minions to not only deliver sorely needed goods, but to deliver their master from certain death at the hand of said beasts. The Mistress of Good Fortune gazed with kindness upon us and we persevered, but our patron was sorely afflicted and is in need of aid. Or at least a diagnosis. Would that be within your remit, lady Luckbringer?

"Ain't us. They did a number on the boss's eyes. He's at the inn, where he can sit and not trip over things," Decklan replies. "Safer that way."

Trakomak slides in and closes door behind him. So, it is a dragon. Who cares about orcs with dragon around?
Half-Orc took at the person who is stupid enough to think his house could protect him against a dragon. Suddenly he have lost the train of thought and even the reason of the visit . And... Am... So... is all he could say at the moment

The wizard looks between Sister Garaele and the others. She did not interrupt the loquacious explanation provided by the swashbuckler until the elf asked her question and Decklan answered.

With a polite clearing of her throat, she introduced herself with a curtsy. "I am Tatiana Grifstone of Waterdeep. With me is Decklan and Raven." Here, she indicated the two with her hand. With her other hand, she indicates Alex. "And our ambassador is Alexander Simonnet Natalis de Bertier du Puy."

Tatiana then adds, "Our afflicted employer is Master Gundren Rockseeker. As stated, he is at the Stonehill Inn. He was captured while traveling and it is reported that he was forced to imbibe some kind of liquid that took his sight. We would greatly appreciate any assistance you can provide."

As he speaks Sister Garaele tilts her head at Decklan but before her curious look lingers to long Tatiana begins her introductions. Upon Tatiana’s mention of Gundren the clerics sky blue eyes snap to the other blond. You say Gundren hired you." She seems to relax a moment then tense up again, "Oh, but he’s the one hurt." She shifts a step toward the Inn, she gives a friendly but tight smile to everyone having been introduced. "Of course I’ll look him over, lead the way."

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Trakomak the man before you is a slightly rotund man in his late 50's. His plump belly hangs out over his stubby legs, while his greying hair is thinning at the temples and crown. His clothes are a bit to fine for a back water town like Phandalin and he holds himself very importantly. "I am Townmaster Harbin Wester." He introduces himself as he takes a cautious step back from your large self. "If you have some business to attend let us get on with it. I believe you mentioned somthing about a house?"

Tatiana nods and gestures towards the Stonehill Inn. "This way, please." She turns and begins the walk to see to Gundren.

Raven keeps glancing over at the build that Trakomak had gone into, wondering what he was doing, but it was none of his business really. He looked around the village, mostly he noticed every stray cat, dog, bird or other wildlife which has made its way into the village life.

Raven allowed Sister Garaele to follow immediately behind Tatiana and drifted toward the back of the group, more because he was distracted and not moving with the haste of the others.

Raven asked Alex quietly, "I was curious, why do nobles have so many names? Most folks in my village have two at most - I've only got the one and it seems to work just fine. Even with all those names, mostly it ends up Lord something-or-other anyway."

Raven braced himself to be ready to decipher Alex's answer.

You know, Raven, that's a really good question. I can think of a few reasons. When it comes to family names, they often contain some reference to the originally ennobled member or the land grant that came along with the nobility. In my case, that is the "de Bertier du Puy". In ages past, the area around Amphail specifically granted to my forbear, Baron Bertier, was known locally as Puy. So he was "Bertier of Puy" and I am a scion "of Bertier of Puy".As for my glorious litany of first names, when one's family is noble, there are a lot of people to whom one is beholden; especially as the marriages are often political. So someone's great-grandfather's younger brother's first cousin's wife's stepfather's half-sister's brother-in-law needs to be acknowledged—especially if he is wealthy. To be honest, I cannot precisely recall who Simonnet or Natalis were. For all I know, Natalis may have been some last name on my mother's side. Which is why I go by Alex among friends. Here Alex stops for a moment and looks at Raven. I can call you a friend, can I not?

Decklan strides by Alex and Raven, enough to hear their exchange over names. "The answer is 'pretentious bullshit.'"

He never breaks stride, headed towards Gundren to see if they can actually help the man. He'd taken peoples' eyes before... it does a number on them. Mentally more than physically. The sudden, soul crushing realization that your entire world changed in an instant... that something you took for granted was gone. As you learn to deal with the lack of sight, depression wasn't uncommon.

Sure, some people were resilient. Decklan always had a touch of respect for tough bastards... but the impact of violently losing your sight was not to be diminished. It was rough, and they owed the boss to see if they could help him.

Alex takes Decklan’s dismissal with aplomb. Leaning in to Raven he whispers in this case, more often than not, dour-faced Decklan is right.

Raven listened carefully and was mostly able to understand, well about half of it anyway.

After Alex's quiet comment, he smiled slightly "Well, bullshit I am very familiar with."

"Yes, I consider you a friend Alex. That is how you get so many names then.

My name is easy, when you find a lost boy wandering the streets of the village with coal black hair talking to ravens, I guess you name him Raven. Although some claim the witch turned me from a raven to a boy, but I don't believe that."

Yes, sir. I want to settle in your town. Woukd you have any free house. Or where could I build one for me? And. Do everyone know about dragon?

Well, whether you are a boy-turned-raven or raven-turned-boy, you’re good in my book! Alex says with a smile.

As Decklan takes point in the march back to the Stonehill Inn, Tatiana shortens her gait until Sister Garaele passes her or, at least, is in step. She looks over the elf in an attempt to gauge the tense demeanor; does Sister Garaele know Gundren more than by name? Is the Sister's apparent concern due to an uncertainty in what she'll find, or is it something else?

Trakomak Harbin shrugs, "Well I suppose that wizards place isn’t going to much use of late. He only lived there a few weeks before he disappeared. I suppose I could sell you that house. It would be 500 gold."

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Tatiana as you look over Sister Garaele you see that she knows Gundren more than just by name, but it’s a small town and Gundren is a friendly and boisterous fellow. You don’t get the sense that they are more than friends.

Wizards place? You had real wizard here in town? Wow. Which house would that be?
Trakomak is intrigued but soon realize he is very far from having 500 gp and while he hope situation with house availability and price will soon change due to dragon, he certainly need to earn some money
Talking about money, you promise money for fighting Orcs, right? Could you tell any details? I don't think I have all to 500 gold just yet

"Physically, he seems fine," Tatiana says to Sister Garaele as they walk, attempting to provide as much information as she can. "He appears to be alert and in possession of his faculties, aside from the aforementioned loss of sight."

Conveniently with Decklan in the lead, the door to the Stonehill Inn can be opened without Tatiana's need to do so herself. As it should be.

Alex walks alongside Raven, following Lady Tatiana and the Luckbringer into the inn. As they enter, Alex asks Sister Garaele, Luckbringer, are there any customs of the Mistress of Good Fortune specific to this area of which I should be aware? I know her custom varies across the land as much as do the rules of the games of chance which honor her.

Trakomak the town master waves a hand in slight disinterest, "It’s the house with the blue door across from the Alderleaf farm. As I said the wizard showed up, saying he was sent to help the town flourish, then a few weeks later just… poof. Gives up or something." Harbin eyes you critically, "As for the orc problem… I’m not sure even a… warrior such as yourself could handle it alone." Then the man shrugs, "But if you want the posting is on the job board out front."

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Tatiana the sister listens to your explination of Gundren’s condition with serious intent.

To Alex Garaele smiles, "We’re not very demanding here. She asks only that we recognize that both good and bad luck are part of the Lady's ways. Don't fear misfortune, as it can be a stepping stone to greater fortunes. Accept both good and bad fortune with a sense of courage." Here the sister smiles more, "Share your good luck when you can. You’ll be honoring Our Lady."

Decklan you are the fist to reach the door to Stonehill Inn, the others all following close behind.

Opening the door, Decklan scans for the others and announces their arrival. "Gundren," he calls in his usual growl, "We brought the cleric. Hopefully she can get you taken care of."

He will scan the other patrons, body language making it clear this isn't the time to make small talk or pester Garaele... whom he turns to as the others enter. "Tell us what you need. Once you know, o'course."

Tatiana proceeds into the common room and makes a beeline to the booth that Ammos and Sildar have secured. As she approaches, she speaks directly to Ammos. "This is Sister Garaele, of Tymora."

Not alone and I understand, my orc heritage makes you suspicious. Trakomak don't hide his disappointment Harbin is not interested to discuss Orc problem in details. Maybe he isn't really interested in solving orc problem having a dragon in the skies.
Thank you for your time, see you. But just before leaving Trakomak casually ask what was the wizard's name?

Upon entering the Inn, Gundren, Sildar, and Ammos are indeed easy to spot. Decklan all eyes turn to you, unease crossing a few of the eyes.

Tatiana, to excited and young to be bothered by Decklan the two young boys from earlier rush over to you from you companions table. "I know!" Pip cries as they both smile up at you. "Somehow the... dragon is your brother!"

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Trakomak Harbin shakes his head at you, "No, no, lad. It's not because you're a half orc, it is because reports say there are more than a few orc in the mix, and I'm not one to send you alone to your death. If you get some help... then like I said, full listing is posted out front." Harbin nods his head like that's all sorted out well. "As for the wizard... name was... Ino? No that's not right."

After a pause Harbin shakes his head, "I've got it written down here somewhere if you really want to know. I remember he was a member of the Lord's Alliance. Those guys are supposed to reliable, but he was kind of a flake if you ask me..."

"Interesting," says Tatiana, her expression demonstrating a studious interest in such a wild conclusion; something she was all too familiar with from her tutors. She steps away from Gundren's area and guides the two boys away from Sister Garaele's work.

After reaching the bar, she asks of Pip, "State your case. I will confirm or deny after learning of what you've discovered."

Wizard reliably? That's funny. Well. If you can't remember name. I can't also. I guess. Trakomak don't insist on name reading. He also agree with the man
And you are right, the party I met struggled with goblins, they are not ready for Orcs.
Totally. Forgot. Need ask about red bandanas man. Don't want to live of a rumor. Are they kind of local security?

Sister Garaele rushes straight over to Gundren, Sildar suggests they go up to his room for the examination rather than the crowded common room. The three, and Ammos start upstairs.

Tatiana, Pip and Carp exchange excited smiles then Pip starts a over eager rambling explanation. "Fist we asked big Tra, asked who was his favorite. He said… you and the dragon, cus you’re reasonable." Pip says ‘reasonable’ like it’s a boring word. Then we asked Gundren’s friends who they liked most. The old guy said it’s not nice to have favorites." Carp rolls his eyes, and mumbles, "Maybe he’s your dad." Then giggles at his own joke. Pip gives his friend a nod, then continues, "The dragon though said you were his favorite right away! And siblings should be your favorite, right away." They both nod excitedly.

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Trakomak when you mention ‘red bandana men’ Harben’s face falls and pales. "W-we have no local security." He stammers. "Now if we’re done, I’m very busy." He starts across the room to a door at the back, "Shut the door, on your way out." He ducks into the far room and shuts the door.

Raven followed quietly behind the others, glad they had found a possible healer for Gundren. He really hoped that she would be able to do something. Raven would have to wait and hear the news. Decklan had offered to find whatever the cleric needed, which Raven thought was a good idea and he was very good at finding herbs.

Raven was getting pretty hungry, with the smells of he inn assaulting him, but he loitered around with the others to see what everyone was doing next.

Raven as you loiter you can smell bread and stew coming from the Inn kitchen and it smells very good to your rumbling stomach. In fact the delectable scents of food remind all of you in the Inn that it’s past midday and you’ve only eaten breakfast when you broke camp.

Tatiana stares at Pip, wordlessly processing the young boy's deductive reasoning. Finally, she lifts her hand to her mouth and covers her laughter, thoroughly amused by the seemingly-inevitable conclusion. "Well done!" she declares, then lowers her voice mischievously. "Indeed, I am sister to the dragon. You've both shown remarkable skill in solving this puzzle, and as promised you will be rewarded."

Here, she produces two copper coins and holds one out to each child. "I admit, I thought it would take you all of a tenday to figure it out, but your speed and ingenuity deserves a bonus. I may have use for resourceful individuals such as yourselves, later."

As Gundren is taken upstairs, Tatiana remains behind. She studies Raven's apparent distraction and realizes that it matches her own. "Master Stonehill," she says, should she find Toblen at the counter, "what fare do you have for us today? Something light, perhaps, before I pay a visit to the Lionshield Coster."

The young man spoke almost immediately after Tatiana, "Bread and stew smells amazing."

He glanced around the group for a second looking self conscious for a moment.

Both boys gleam at the praise and coin, but Carp gives Tatiana a serious look. "We're already partnered with Big Tra, so you'll have to see if he wants to share." They scurry through a back door, the dog close on they're heels.

"Bread and stew are tasty as they smell." Toblen smiles at Raven, to Tatiana, "Somthing light... I've got the bread and some slices of salted pork?" He seems unsure if that is along the lines that Tatiana was thinking.

"Certainly," Tatiana says to Carp as they leave.

After Toblen lists the recommended courses, Tatiana's smile is tight. "That will do perfectly well, Master Stonehill," she says, lacking the energy to debate for something a little more refined. She will save that for the dinner service.

Alex considered the words of the Luckbringer with somewhat of a frown. Ill fortune was classically the province of Beshaba, the Maid of Misfortune—the nemesis of his patron Goddess. Following the priestess and Enchantress Tatiana like a lost duckling, Alex continued to ponder. Maybe it is in how one reacts. Bad luck in and of itself, as an end, is the province of Lady Doom. Maybe, though, when one uses misfortune as a goad, as a prod, to become better and change one's lot, then it does honor our Lady Tymora? Courage, good humor, and applying one's talents skillfully and for good. That is my patron's portfolio—or at least a part!

Excited about this train of thought, Alex turns to the priestess to further his philosophical musings, and is surprised when he doesn't see her. Or for that matter, Gundren, Sildar, or Ammos. Quickly realizing that they must have withdrawn for privacy and focus, he turns back to the bar, just in time to hear mine host Toblen suggest the afternoon fare. Rummaging through his coin pouch, Alex calls out bread and stew sound wonderful, Master Toblen. How much for a serving with a pint of ale?

Continuing here 5 Within Phandalin...