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.

Barthen’s:

Boys stop staring, it’s rude. Now get outside and unload the wagon. The shopkeeper stands up and moves over to a desk. He opens the bottom left draw with a key and pulls out a box. Opening the box he removes a pouch. I believe the agreed upon amount was 40 gold pieces. The man smiles placing the pouch on the front counter in front of Leylin. And how rude of me, my name is Elmar, Elmar Barthen. I appreciate you all helping out Gundren and getting his supplies down here. He and his brothers are doing good things for this town, good things. Rediscovering that mine is going to bring this town up I tell you.

Lionshield Coster:

The two young men scurry off at Elmar’s command. Leaving Gu’lorg’s question unanswered.

Hearing Leylin’s tale causes Elmar’s face to noticeably sadden.

Oh dear, poor Gundren. I hope he is alright. I consider him a good friend, I do hope you all can help find him. This is terrible. It has to be related to the lost mine of Phandelver’s Pact. . Their was such excitement when he and his brothers began talking of discovering it in the nearby hills. Nundro and Tharden are camped nearby. I haven’t seen them in a tenday so I do expect them to come by soon to Re supply.

Sauriel/Seron:

In the center of town stands a large newly built roadhouse of fieldstone and rough-hewn timbers. The common room is filled with locals nursing mugs of ale or cider, all of them eyeing you with curiosity

A quick scan of the room shows several different people, for Seron you do not spot Sildar among the current tavern goers. You do notice a talkative barmaid, a miner and a farmer sitting together talking over mugs of ale, a young human woman serving as a waitress, currently dropping off food to a woman sitting by herself, and a boy cleaning up some other tables.

As Seron enters he spots Sauriel who acknowledges him and gestures for him to join her.

Amaris- you spot the sign hanging above the front door just as Elmar had described, shaped like a shield with a blue lion painted on it. You enter the Lionsheild Coster to be greeted by a human woman in her mid 30’s named Linene Graywind.

well let’s see what we can do. I’d be willing to offer you 10gp for the two blades. Perhaps a little bit more in a trade. Are you interested in anything in particular?

Yup my math was off...

She walks over to a shelf and grabs a couple swords and places them on the counter in front of you. Well if you want a change from your short sword then your next best option is going to be the scimitar. . She picks up two curved blades and hands then to Amaris to try out. With the trade in of your swords you can be the pround owner of thee two fine weapons for the fair price of 39 gold

Linene raise her eyebrows a little. Im sorry my wares aren’t to your taste. I don’t think you understand where you are. Phandalin is basically an outpost, a growing town yes but not some established city like Neverwinter or Triboar even. We struggle even getting our shipments of regular supplies from Yartar. Just had one of the fellas from the last shipment pop in here saying how the whole caravan got taken out by goblins. He was the last survivor. Damn shame we have so much to deal with around here. Then the freaking Redbrands on top that causing trouble in town. She takes the swords back and returns them to the shelf.
Anything else I can help you with? she gives you a slightly insulted look.

Lol ok

The waitress brings you over your drinks

Here you are strangers. So are you two just passing though or will you be staying in town for a bit? We have a few rooms open still if you would need one. Just let me know. My name is Trilena. My husband and I own the Inn. . She leaves the drinks and walks around to serve other patrons of the inn.

Trouble, that’s who they are. I refuse to do business with them. They hang out at the Sleeping Giant. Just steer clear of their and them and you’ll be fine.

Of that I'm not sure, you may be able to gather more info from someone over at the Stonehill Inn. People love spreading rumors and such over there. She pauses for a second before continuing I don't know who you are but I'd be real careful about drawing attention to yourself. I mean it when I say the Redbrands are trouble.

Elmar does his best to maintain a polite face as the Hobogoblin steps foreward to pose his questions. I do apologize sir, I do not carry any arcane items. To be perfectly honest, I don't believe anyone in Phandalin does. This is a primitive town as of yet. If the Rockseeker brothers are as successful with reopening of the mines as I think they will then I do expect that to change. For now, however, I'm afraid you are shit out of luck in the magic item department.

Gu'lorg

make a persuasion check

Shaking her head, Sorry mister, none of that either. This town doesn't have a large clientele for that sort of thing...at least not yet. Just some farmers and miners. We don't get too many advernturer's. Though the town master I heard is looking for able bodies to take care of an orc situation northwest of here.

Elmar can no longer maintain his manners. A look of shock and slight disgust comes across his face.

Stuttering, Look, I, I, I am very pleased to meet you...uh but I am not much for the sight of blood. He stands up awkwardly clearly flustered, As to your other question..there are no libraries here in a Phandalin, this is a "frontier" town. There are only two inns and a few stores. It is a town of farmers and miners. I’m sorry that I cannot order you better news. Now, if you will please excuse me, I have some inventory to count.. Elmar scurries away calling after the two young clerks.

Gu'lorg - The earlier description of the Inn is appropriate here as well
A quick scan of the room shows several different people. You notice a talkative barmaid, a miner and a farmer sitting together talking over mugs of ale, a young human woman serving as a waitress, a woman sitting by herself eating her evening meal, and a boy cleaning up some other tables. You see Seron and Sariel sitting together in a corner sharing a drink.

The last few months, the Redbrands are the only thing in this town worth worrying about. Outside the town, I’m sure you know what’s out there. Orcs, goblins all many of dangerous beasts.

As long as your not looking for us to pay you then be my guest. Been awhile since we’ve had any music in here.

The ruffians look at one another and back at you...

One of the cloaked ruffians steps forward, Haven’t seen you around town before. What kind of work are you looking for?

Try this post

Hearing Leylins flute some of the people seem to nod there heads along with the music. Seemingly happy to hear some music for a change.

The man speaking takes a step forward, Is that so? You think you are some kind of tough guy huh?

"Thanks! Here's a little something for you troubles."

Sariel tosses the barmaid a gold piece.

"Where might we find this kid named Carp?"

By this time the sun has set and as you make your way to the exchange you notice the temperature start to drop on this winters night and come upon the building described to you only to find you find the windows dark and the doors locked. It appears they are closed for the day.

No...the store is dark and seemingly empty.

It does not turn and appears locked. The place is closed for the evening.

No one in the bar knows anything more about the Druid. You get confirmation from another tavern goer to check with Qelline. Asking around you hear a story from a miner about the Orc raiders being spotted on the east end of the Triboar Trail. Barth, an old farmer, when asked about the Druid tells you a story about a Sister Garaele, and how she left town recently for a few days and when she returned she was wounded and exhausted.

Seron gets the general vibe from the people at the stonehill inn that the Redbrands are disliked at best. Those that new the Dendrar family in particular are pretty upset by the murder of the patriarch and the fact that the rest of the family has gone missing. The peole in general would be very pleased if someone or some folk would do something about them.

Thread locked. Onto tomorrow !