Easthaven

Father Tulfgyr asks Ug to wait outside so he can help him bury the kitty

"Ug friend deserve better than that"Ug growls menacingly, but he takes a step back. Ug glares one last time at the pitiful merchant and then turns and winks at Father Tulfgyr. He then lumbers outside, being sure to shake the shop with each step. As he sits out front awaiting Father Tulfgyr, he collects some beetle slime from off his beefy chest and writes With it on the merchant's front door with his finger UG WAS HERE.

Father Tulfgyr finds a chair and puts it across from Pomab. Waiting a few moments before speaking Pomab third cousin of Pasha.... is this what you truly want," Tulfgyr says in a soothing voice holding the helm to the light inspecting it "I know why Ug came in here but I had no part in bringing him here. I do not want to hurt you nor do I want to steal from you either" Father Tulfgyr says in his most convincing voice "If you want to give me the helm that is fine but I will not I cannot force you too. The morninglord has plans for this realm and that includeds you. the people need you to see them through this lasting winter will you help me help them? Father Tulfgyr finishes with a passion in his eye

Alalla nods. "I'd be happy to provide assistance. I met a few people last night I think would be able to recruit to help me look into this matter. Now I apologize for the quick visit," she says, using her glaive staff to help pull herself to a stand, "but I feel that this is something that I should do as soon as possible. I truly would like to hear some stories associated with your treasures, sometime. Before I go, is there anything else I should know about this caravan? Do you know who was leading it, or where it was last seen? What direction do you expect it to come from?"

"Your words fall short of your actions, dwarf. Rob me in my own shop! Hrothgar will hear about this. Take the helmet. I want nothing to do with it anymore."

"Excellent!" Hrothgar says. "Leave town by way of the southeast bridge and scout the hills south of Lac Dinneshere - between Easthaven and Caer-Dineval. Caravans always stick close to the shoreline this time of year. I don't know who was leading it, but I hope they're alright. Good luck."

Cold and confused at the footprints, Zenithral decides to head back to the village and speak with Hrothgar.

Honestly, what kind of person goes out in this weather barefoot? he thinks to himself. Bugbears? Barbarians? They either came in by boat or they swam. Unlikely that they swam, especially in this climate, but anything is possible...

His clothing suddenly become cold, the warming effect of prestidigitation wearing off. Had he been out for a whole hour? Fishermen were already getting on their boats and heading out to fish, including that gnome from the night before, he noted, squinting towards Maverick and Jhonen in the distance. Zenithral suddenly realized how hungry he was. The tavern had probably cleared up by now, and he could probably get himself a hearty breakfast before talking to Hrothgar.

Zenithral believes the goliath to be good-natured and dismisses him, intent on filling his stomach. He enters the Winter's Cradle, observes the scene, finds Grisella and orders a meal if he can.

"Splendid! Thank you my dear," Zenithral exclaims gratefully upon receiving the soup. He pays Grisella, then asks, "Might I ask what is troubling you so?"

While waiting for Father Tulfgyr to exit the emporium, Ug passes the time looking around at any passersby and perhaps for any sign of another kitty for Grisella.

Grisella explains Mr. Tibbles' poor fate, ending with "But those two kind men, the Father and Ug, they've been such a great help to me. I hope they stick around town for a while. Well, Master Zen, enjoy the rest of your day." She clears away the dishes and heads for the kitchen.

Maverick contemplates Jhonen carefully "I understand entirely, I grew up in a land were nightmares walk during the waking hours. stopping to think for another moment the gnome finally asks "when did these hellish visions start? and what was happening or happened in your life during this time? "I know it sounds silly but it is at least a start to any answers i may be able to supply" the gnome begins struggling with a fishing pole and line while he waits for Jhonen to respond

Ug sighs and pulls himself up. He mutters to himself something about bleeding hearts of the humanity uniting to save fuzzy animals and decides to sssist the endangerd squirrel. He wags a massive finger at the children and then tries to revive the squirrel.

Jhonen looks at Maverick, confused. "Well, I don't know that I'd call them hellish. They're just kind of weird." He scratches his chin. "So in my dreams... well, there's a woman... and don't give me that eye, it's not like you think... she walks upon the surface of the lake as if it were flagstones instead of waves. She doesn't say anything, just sings - beautiful songs, but I can't understand a word." His gaze goes out over the water and he begins to trail off... "If truth be told, friend, I... th... dang it, there's no sense to it!" He moves suddenly, almost standing and nearly upsetting the small boat. "Those dreams are eating at me like a starving wolf! I can barely hold a daily thought in my head before the memory of the dreams hounds it's way back in there." Jhonen settles down again with a sigh. "I... by the Hells, I don't know how much more of this I can take."