Chapter 1: Stolen Goods

Seraphina gets as far as she could sling a rock before she realizes nobody's following her. She returns and pokes in her head inside.

"Hey slow pokes, let's go!"

"Yep! Just topping off this trans-action," says Krogir-Vaam, stretching the multiple syllabic words. He returns his coin pouch to its place at his belt, now significantly lighter. To the merchant, he says, "You can be sure I will reckon-mend this place to the Ebongarde. 5-star service, I will say."

When you return to the Ebongarde tower, you find Drek sitting once more at his desk, scratching his beard. When you enter he looks up, "Fits ye much better than those old rags," he says to KV, nodding in approval, "What can I do for ye?"

Krogir-Vaam screws his face inward in thought. "Um, what did we come here for?" he seems to ask himself. Lacking an answer, the goliath says, "The Bard's Arm-u-ary. Top notch service. Five star, be sure to tell your friends."

"And we came to tell you we finished another job!"

She recounts the details about latest mission, omitting no details (except those about her accuracy)

Krogir-Vaam nods along.

Drek smiles, "Excellent," he says, "What did ye do?"

Krogir-Vaam says, "Helped the Baileys. Their girl Briela was taken by goblins. Taught 'em what-for."

Indeed. KV did us all proud. Managed to rescue the Baileys and their girls without any of them succumbing to the horrors of those green skinned pests. Feldty says with a smile.

Seraphina interject whenever she can, hopping up from below the desk.

... And return fled that armor that they borrowed!

... Not to mention nipped a young slaver ring in the bud!

... Them goblins were lead by a bugbear, nasty one at that.

... Left his corpse to rot in his cave, we did!

"Well, I'm glad ye were there to help," Drek says, "That bugbear I'm sure would've killed 'em all."

"Alright! So, you gotta 'nother mission for us? We're on a roll here! "

"He kinda didn't look like a bugbear," Krogir-Vaam says to himself. "Eh, he's dead, though. So we can call him a bugbear and he can't argue."

Seraphina thinks on that bit of wisdom. "Too bad you didn't think of that sooner KV, we could have called him a dragon and become famous!"

Drek begins looking through some papers on his desk, "Lemme see here..." he mutters. After several moments, he pulls out a sheet of parchment and nods, "This looks about right," he says, "Been some mutilated cows out at some o' the farms to the east. I want ye to go check it out and see what's wrong."

Krogir-Vaam asks, "Didn't we already do that one? Thought it turned out the farmer was eating everything, including the farmer."

"Maybe Mr. Woodward rose from the grave?"

"Well, fine, let me keep lookin' then if ye don't like that one!" he says, pushing that paper aside. He eventually pulls out another, "This one might be more to yer interest. Got reports of a 'two-headed' giant out near the mountains. Some hunters seen it a few weeks ago and again three days ago."

"Ooo, giant," says Krogir-Vaam. "What about it?"

"We're on the case, Drek! Slaying a giant is just what our brand needs to make it to the next level. 'Bugbear Slayers' just doesn't sound as cool as 'Giant Slayers' you know what I mean? You do want this thing dead, right? What kinda proof you need? "