Part 4: Wave Echo Cave

"I'm heading out again to help Old Reidoth up north. When I return, I'll see what can be done for Arik," Kama says with a nod.

He coughs. "I, uh, wanted to ask about Tymora's role in a place like Phandalin. I mean, back when I pledged myself to her teachings, I was only thinking of myself. But what does she do for everybody here? What does she provide to miners and farmers, like Arik here with the wife and kid?"

Kama finds a chair to sit in, even if it is opposite the unconscious man. "I guess so," he admits in thought. "Okay, so we can say that The Lady has blessed someone or some place, but what about anybody that comes around and asks? I mean, you strike me as a pretty darn good person to talk to, so I imagine the folk here come up to you with all their ails and woes. But I ain't really the... talking type of guy, I guess. Well, I mean, I can talk, but I don't know what to say; being a farmer didn't give me time for education, and being a soldier was learning different ways to shut up."

"So... we each do our own thing?" Kama asks. After a moment of thought, he nods. "That sounds pretty... simple, yeah. Bring the light of good fortune through my own hands."

After a pause, Stormsong joins in on the laughter and buys a round of drinks for the house.

"Well, lets see if I'm a better dragon hunter tomorrow than a musician today!

"Well, I'm not sure about our exact departure, but yeah, were after one. Evidently the senior members of our group had a run in with one a few weeks* back. We have some free time, so..." he trails off as he clinks mugs with some of his new best friends and takes a mighty swig.

Kama stands and counts out 15 gold pieces. He leaves 5 by Arik's bedside, "Have Barthen supply them with some dry goods." The remaining 10 gold is held out to Sister Garaele. "For Tymora."

The half-orc then visits the shrine, where he falls to one knee in silent communion. He places one gold piece at the stone, and his inner thoughts roil around the Sister's words. He never was much for ceremony, and Kama sees no need to start now, but with both hands resting on his knee he quietly pledges himself to bring fortune to others where needed. Reasoning that luck is older than time itself, Kama vows to uphold the ancient light of Tymora's blessings.

He regales the audience with tales of calming the banshee, complete with his song, the destruction of the necromancer, the elimination of the orc and ogre scouting party, and some of the heroics in the cave. He's careful not to describe the location of the cave, or any other practical details. He tells of Xora's deadly accuracy with her bow, Gimblyn's wild magic bursts, Kama's epic battle with the Flame skull, the battle of wits with the wraith, the befriending of the spectator, and the ghoul trap -- all augmented with song and verse from the notes he made every night.

Feeling rather better about everything, Kama makes his way to the Stonehill Inn and join his companions in an eve of merriment.

Kama quietly mutters, "When is breakfast?" He squints into the daylight and decides remaining in the darker confines of the tavern is better for his senses.

"Then turn back time, 'cause I'm hungry," says Kama, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes tight. "Gods, what a night."

Stormsong bounds down the stairs with his lute in hand and lands with a thud next to Kama.
"Goooooodmorning, hero of Wave Echo Cave! We off to hunt dragons now?"

"In a bit," Kama mutters, rubbing his eyes while waiting for lunch. "Where's Gimblyn and Xora?"