Obidaan had a hard time shaking the feeling that something might be wrong with him but he had no one he could turn to so he just kept it to himself.
“Well,” Alister said, “we should stop soon. I’m getting hungry. Can’t wait to break out the trail rations,” he was being sarcastic now, “mmmm, mmm, gotta love those trail rations.”
“While trail rations do have a distinct flavor,” Terry said, “tonight,” and once again, in a single fluid motion, she pulled her bow and fired to her right. A thunk followed by a falling sound was heard, “we have deer.” Terry finished her statement. “There’s a clearing about 20 yards up the road. Make camp and I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” Riding her horse this time, she disappeared into the woods.
The team moved up the road and made camp. It was obvious by the other extinguished fires that this was a well—used resting spot. They made a fire and began feeding the horses. Everyone looked outward, hoping, in vain, to spot Terry. They knew she was going to do it again and they wanted to be ready. They had formed a perimeter and looked vigilantly in every possible direction mumbling about keeping a sharp eye and making sure she does not do it again. While looking they heard behind them, “Who are you looking for?”
Everyone turned around. There was Terry, with the deer, at the fire, cooking a piece of meat on a stick. “Y’all weren’t looking for little ol’ me, were you?” She batted her eyes at the group. They laughed as they headed to the fire. As they approached, she handed each one of them their own meat on a stick to cook. After dinner, Terry put the deer on the wagon and Relina gave a brief sermon, then Alister performed a ballad. Soon it was bedtime. Terry took the first watch and disappeared into the woods, again.
The night passed uneventfully. The morning found them encountering a small band of bandits who tried to surprise them. Terry, however, made sure that didn’t happen and when the bandits refused to surrender, they made short work of them. Looting the bandits, they found a couple of gold pieces between all of them; quite a bit for bandits. Everyone figured they had gotten lucky earlier and had not had time to spend it.
Several days passed before they hit their first village. Though they made it there mostly unscathed it seemed weird the high number of attacks on them, a minimum of one a day. It was hard to tell if it was due to the instability that recently happened or if other nefarious means were in play. .
They were hitting the first village in Rothlessfore, part of the Qualtar, Rothlessfore, and Bocktaria disputed areas. It was late morning and they figured they could sell the items, distribute the money, grab a meal, and then head on out. Obidaan told the group not to draw attention to themselves, which meant Alister was not going to be able to trade his bard skills for a meal. This distressed him as they went into the bar.
Speaking in a loud whisper, he tried to change Obidaan’s mind, “Look at that stage, and these yokels. I’ll have them buy us drinks in no time. Come on Obidaan, 15 minutes, that’s all I ask.”
“No.” Obidaan loudly whispered back.
The waitress came over to their table. “Welcome” she said, “for lunch we have thick chicken soup and bread. If you’d like something else, let me know and we can probably cook it. We don’t really have a menu, but most special orders are a silver, the lunch is half a silver, five copper.”
“Thank you; we’ll have the soup and five ales.” Obidaan said.
“Coming right up.”
On the other side several people could be seen eating and drinking. Through the noise they could make out words like “shipment,” “gold,” and “jewels.”
“Any idea what their talking about?” Relina asked.
“From reading their lips, seems they’ve heard rumors of a large shipment of some valuable items will be coming through here in the next day or two,” Don
“Well,” Alister said, “we should stop soon. I’m getting hungry. Can’t wait to break out the trail rations,” he was being sarcastic now, “mmmm, mmm, gotta love those trail rations.”
“While trail rations do have a distinct flavor,” Terry said, “tonight,” and once again, in a single fluid motion, she pulled her bow and fired to her right. A thunk followed by a falling sound was heard, “we have deer.” Terry finished her statement. “There’s a clearing about 20 yards up the road. Make camp and I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” Riding her horse this time, she disappeared into the woods.
The team moved up the road and made camp. It was obvious by the other extinguished fires that this was a well—used resting spot. They made a fire and began feeding the horses. Everyone looked outward, hoping, in vain, to spot Terry. They knew she was going to do it again and they wanted to be ready. They had formed a perimeter and looked vigilantly in every possible direction mumbling about keeping a sharp eye and making sure she does not do it again. While looking they heard behind them, “Who are you looking for?”
Everyone turned around. There was Terry, with the deer, at the fire, cooking a piece of meat on a stick. “Y’all weren’t looking for little ol’ me, were you?” She batted her eyes at the group. They laughed as they headed to the fire. As they approached, she handed each one of them their own meat on a stick to cook. After dinner, Terry put the deer on the wagon and Relina gave a brief sermon, then Alister performed a ballad. Soon it was bedtime. Terry took the first watch and disappeared into the woods, again.
The night passed uneventfully. The morning found them encountering a small band of bandits who tried to surprise them. Terry, however, made sure that didn’t happen and when the bandits refused to surrender, they made short work of them. Looting the bandits, they found a couple of gold pieces between all of them; quite a bit for bandits. Everyone figured they had gotten lucky earlier and had not had time to spend it.
Several days passed before they hit their first village. Though they made it there mostly unscathed it seemed weird the high number of attacks on them, a minimum of one a day. It was hard to tell if it was due to the instability that recently happened or if other nefarious means were in play. .
They were hitting the first village in Rothlessfore, part of the Qualtar, Rothlessfore, and Bocktaria disputed areas. It was late morning and they figured they could sell the items, distribute the money, grab a meal, and then head on out. Obidaan told the group not to draw attention to themselves, which meant Alister was not going to be able to trade his bard skills for a meal. This distressed him as they went into the bar.
Speaking in a loud whisper, he tried to change Obidaan’s mind, “Look at that stage, and these yokels. I’ll have them buy us drinks in no time. Come on Obidaan, 15 minutes, that’s all I ask.”
“No.” Obidaan loudly whispered back.
The waitress came over to their table. “Welcome” she said, “for lunch we have thick chicken soup and bread. If you’d like something else, let me know and we can probably cook it. We don’t really have a menu, but most special orders are a silver, the lunch is half a silver, five copper.”
“Thank you; we’ll have the soup and five ales.” Obidaan said.
“Coming right up.”
On the other side several people could be seen eating and drinking. Through the noise they could make out words like “shipment,” “gold,” and “jewels.”
“Any idea what their talking about?” Relina asked.
“From reading their lips, seems they’ve heard rumors of a large shipment of some valuable items will be coming through here in the next day or two,” Don
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