Chapter Three: On the Road

The man in the wool cap still looks on in irritation, but doesn't say or do anything otherwise.

The man speaking to Mryio smiles, "You're right, of course. Just stressed out is all. Wish I could take the advice, but my employer's instructions were very clear. We'll just have to find another way, or at least pray for the best."

It doesn't take long before the wagon is fixed and you are back on the road. A couple of weeks later, you find yourselves approaching the village of Daggerford, a mere 120 miles south of Waterdeep. It is a small village, but is walled and friendly to travelers. It is the last full-day rest you're likely to have.

The wagons make their slow way across the final bridge approaching town. The river stretches along as far as you can see to the east, and west, eventually meeting with the Sea of Swords far to the west of here. On the north bank, Daggerford sits behind its stone wall, where you see a number of guards walking along and keeping an eye out for danger.

You roll into town without issue and see the town, though small, is lively and people bustle along the streets, ducking in and out of shops. Straight ahead is a three-story inn from which you can hear the sound of revelry. A lively tune meets you as you approach, and you are let off while the wagons are led further into town, where they will be secured by the town guard. Even the cultists leave their wagons here and make their way to the inn.

The place is busy and a number of servers weave through the crowd, delivering food and drink to the patrons. You find a seat against a wall before being approached by a serving girl. She takes your orders quickly and makes her way to the bar to fetch your drinks. Keeping a close eye on the cultists, you see them talking among themselves before taking a seat in a corner and sitting down for a drink. You'd swear that the wool-capped man seems to be in charge at this point.

Erich steps outside back into the midday sun. The wagons travel down the road and then turn a corner, headed in the direction of a small keep on a hill on the north side of town. The merchants can pay to have their goods stored there and kept safe by the town guards. They have a good reputation for honesty and are well-trusted for this duty.

Bughu looks around and spot the man in the wool hat sitting at the table with the other cultists. He appears to be totally at ease now and is already halfway through his first glass of wine.