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The remainder of the night passed without much incident. You had some more of the free alcohol and food and eventually, one by one, you retired to your lodgings. You were provided comfortable rooms, with locks on the doors. As the sun began to crack the ebon sky, those of you that weren't already awake found yourself rising to knocking on your doors. As you came down into the main body of the tavern, you find it devoid of all personnel, save for Meribeth. The only other person there is a gargantuan man, his head nearly brushing the ceiling of the room. Like the baron before him, his massive frame is wrapped tightly in purple silk. A noted difference, however, is the handle of a claymore sticking over one shoulder and a pair of large axes hanging from his waist.
I am Thruun Twice-Orphaned. The Baron has asked that I see you on your journey this morning. When you are all ready, the carts out front will depart.
The simple meal of cold meats, bread, and dried fruit was hours ago. The last half day had been consumed with a mindless trudge along an almost non-existent trail. The sun is high above you. You are in possession now of two massive carts with seating aplenty for all of you, so long as one of you drives each cart. Thruun peeled off from the pack some time earlier this morning. Your group is alone, and you are in the midst of the Faerunian wilderness.
