The morning after the goblin attack I arose early and found Patrick already up, in the common room. The others seemed to still be sleeping off last night’s excesses. The woodsman and I started talking about my camp, his home, and the surrounding areas. We decided to visit both, while doing some reconnoitering. On our way out of town we spied that greasy ginger from the Feedbag talking to another man. To my surprise I recognized the scarf the other man was wearing. Light green with wide black stripes. That could only be the Gallowed gang out of Magnimar! Some shady passed between the two, so I decided to inform the Family. They’ll be keeping their eyes open for any more suspicious activity. I’ll have to let Jubryhl know as well.
After introducing Patrick to the camp, we headed out to his cabin. When we got there, it was nothing but a smoking ruin! Goblins must have burned it while rampaging toward town. It’s sad. He seems devastated. I know I would be if something like that happened to the caravan. Thank Desna they didn’t get hit.
Upon returning to the Rusty Dragon we found that the rest of the lads from the fight last night were up and about. Patrick went immediately upstairs. I joined the table for some grub. Just then the dandy we saved from the goblins came downstairs. The idiot was overjoyed to see us. He sat down and offered to take us boar hunting as some sort of reward for saving his life. Really? Bore is the right word. We agreed to go along anyways. He said he buy us horses, so I guess that could be considered a reward. Besides, it might be a good chance to scout the countryside for more gobbos.
After breakfast, I took the lads from out of town shopping (where, in the name of Desna, do a dwarf, a Shoanti savage and some kind of half dark elf come from? Sounds like a bad joke my uncle would tell). First we went next door to the stables to collect our reward from the psychopath that runds the place. He pays gold for goblin ears, and he must have paid out a fortune already, as he had a whole wall covered in the things! Plus two whole gobbos, stuffed in glass jars to pickle. Like I said… psycho.
From there we hopped over to Savah’s, the armorer. She bought our gobbo weapons at a premium, and sold us some boar spears for the hunt later today. I think she was eying Cohl, the Shoanti. She’s about his size, so I guess it makes sense. I haven’t seen such a giantess such as her since the last time we traveled north, two years ago.
We returned to the inn for lunch, and found Patrick in the common area. Foxglove, the dandy, was also there. We ate then set out for the Tickwood on our new horses. After riding out there, we tethered the horses and proceeded into the forest on foot. Foxglove was of no use (Foxglove? These Chelish blue bloods have the most ridiculous names), so Balthazar took over tracking during the hunt. Soon enough he motioned us to stay still and be quite. Ahead has a gully, and a huge boar was at the bottom. I borrowed a crossbow and quickly climbed to the lowest boughs of the nearest tree. Let the big boys handle the berzerking piggy. Cohl, Chaff, and Foxglove set their spears below me, while Balzy crept down the gully. He fired that giant crossbow of his at the boar, and got its attention right quick. I’ve never seen a dwarf run so fast, on such stumpy legs. He dashed behind the line of spears, with the boar right on his heels. The dandy could barely hiold his spear, and seemed to be trying to tickle the beast with it. Luckily Cohl is a true warrior and spitted the pig on the first try. Triumphant over nature and beast, Foxglove and I decided to haul the boar back to town to get it cooking, while the others searched the woods for signs of goblins. On the way back, Foxglove seemed depressed. He had wanted to be an adventurer, but felt that after the boar incident, he just wasn’t cut out for it. I quickly stroked his ego, telling him I thought he was prime adventurer material. I offered to nominate him for membership in the adventurer’s guild I invented on the spot. Of course, he would have to pay application fees, membership dues, grease some palms, and such, which I happily offered to do on his behalf, as long as he had the cutter. I think I convinced him to fork over 250 gold crowns! What a chump!
Later that evening, when the boys returned from the forest empty handed, we all sat around the common room at the inn and ate the most delicious roast boar I’ve ever tasted. Again, more free drinks and plenty of flattering compliments came our way. It’s good to be the hero.