LMoT-25 Nightal, 1491 DR

After the previous days trials the evenings rest was a welcome period. While uneventful, the night was a cold one. The winter night brought cold winds. You all stayed close to the fire. You awoke to a clear sky but a strong wind that would make shooting an arrow difficult if needed.

You break camp early and begin the trip to Phandalin.

The rutted track emerges from a wooded hillside, and you catch your first glimpse of Phadalin. The town consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings, some built on old fieldston foundations. More old ruins-crumbling stone walls covered in ivy and briars-surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past. Most of the newer buildings are set on the sides of the cart track, which widens into a muddy main street of sorts as it climbs toward a ruined manor house on a hillside at the east side of town.
As you approach, you see children playing on the town green and townsfolk tending to chores or running errands at shops. Many people look up as you approach, giving Gu'lorg a longer look than the rest of you, but all return to their business as you go by.

Sildar seems much more at ease.

My friends, he says, let us secure lodgings. I'm told the local inn, the Stonehill Inn I believe it is called, is very quaint. I need to get a proper nights rest and secure a loan so I can pay you all for escorting me here. Give me until tomorrow to get things in order, I myself then plan on looking into the disappearance of my friend Iarno. I hope you continue the investigation into Gundren's whereabouts.

Well tonight I’m headed to the stone hill inn to fetch a room. In the morning I will begin my questioning but I will surely find the townmaster as the Lords Alliance has business with this town indeed. Sildar thanks you all again for the rescue and escort.

I will see you again soon. with that he heads to the Stonehill Inn.

You shortly get to Barthen’s Provisions as the town is not very large you quickly move around. Entering the large building you walk into a typical frontier trading post. Almost every piece of adventuring gear you could imagine is here on the shelves. At the counter you see a lean, balding human male. You would guess him to be in his late 40’s early 50’s. He smiles as you walk towards the counter, though Gu’lorg does get a strange look briefly from the man, which seems to be common as people aren’t used to seeing hobgoblins among a group of adventurers.

welcome to Barthen’s! How can I help you?

The shopkeeper’s smile widens, Excellent! Ander! Thistle! Go outside and start unloading the supplies off that wagon. Two young clerks come from the back room and start heading outside. Upon seeing a hobgoblin, they can’t help but react. They stop suddenly eyes wide.