The Black Wyrm of Brandonsford

A worrying amount of black smoke billows into the sky as the troupe retreats further, breaking out of the trees as they reach the river they can follow all the way back to Brandonsford. When they can no longer hear the giant’s panicked, furious shouts, they know they are far enough away to take a moment to gather their wits and have a drink of water.

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Afternoon Watch (it’s about 4pm)
On the East Bank of the River, Half a League NE of Brandsonsford
Weather: Sunny, Breezy

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"I owe you my life," the robe-wearing brother says as they pause for a drink. "Yet we have not even been formally introduced! I am Brother Dirk, and I am in your debt, truly."

At the talk of returning to the village, however, Dirk falls silent.. before saying, "The giant waylaid me on my way north. I was searching for the dragonslayer’s tomb. For the weapon that can slay the dragon!"

Oh no! I mean, well, he was gonna eat us, so I guess I should say, 'that'll show him!' But still, that was not Wren's intent!

Setting aside her concern for the damage she may have caused to the giant's home, she turns to Brother Dirk and says, "Well met, Brother. I am Wren of the River, rill runner and would-be dragonslayer myself, as are we all. Tell me more about this weapon!"