Balifor Bay - Finally a Clue
Evening of 19 Gildember - morning of 20 Gildember 348 AC
"Dinner is served, my friends!" yells Grotto proudly.
"Hopefully we find some goblins to kill tomorrow!" Grotto remarks with a twinkle in his eye. Grotto feels happy and excited to be hunting goblin vermin.
Kysek thanks Grotto for the meal. He sends Bubo out to hunt and watch the camp's perimeter.
Arthur thanks Grotto for the food keeping an eye out as we eat.
Ra’ziir, meanwhile, has some of the food Grotto prepared and then settles in with his grimoire.
“Thank you Grotto for preparing our meal. It’s delicious. Maybe one day when you retire from chopping heads, you could pursue a life of cooking?” He jests with the Dwarf. “It’s cold tonight. I’m going to put some more wood on the fire.”
Shadow and Cassidy enjoy the dishes prepared by Grotto from the giant crabs. They both thank the scarred dwarf for his amazing handiwork. After dinner, Shadow asks Cassidy, “How about we take a watch together tonight? Unless you are scared of the dark?” The drow wants to see if Cassidy has what it takes to be an adventuring bard.
"I have never been scared of anything ever," Cassidy replies. "We can stay up all night if you want."
“Of course you haven’t.” Shadow pats him on the head and walk past him to Ornforithalas. "The Kender and I will take a watch shift for some of your turns. I can see better at night than anyone here I bet.”
Ornforithalas nods, accepting Shadow's claim and then splits his scouts into two groups, designating one team to take the first watch and the other to take the last. A mixture of rain and snow falls overnight, leaving the sheltering tree branches coated with a thin layer of icy crust. Foggy mist once again prevails as the guard captain compares the group's position with the sightings marked on the map they were given by Alara.
A few hours after breaking camp, the party comes across the remains of a camp. Scattered, broken branches lie strewn about a fire pit, the nubs of burned wood still smell faintly of smoke but are cold to the touch. Fish bones and innards are discarded haphazardly around the entire sight. Cracked femurs with the marrow sucked out lie heaped beside one of the larger trees.
"Hopefully we find some goblins to kill tomorrow!" Grotto remarks with a twinkle in his eye. Grotto feels happy and excited to be hunting goblin vermin.
Kysek thanks Grotto for the meal. He sends Bubo out to hunt and watch the camp's perimeter.
Arthur thanks Grotto for the food keeping an eye out as we eat.
Ra’ziir, meanwhile, has some of the food Grotto prepared and then settles in with his grimoire.
“Thank you Grotto for preparing our meal. It’s delicious. Maybe one day when you retire from chopping heads, you could pursue a life of cooking?” He jests with the Dwarf. “It’s cold tonight. I’m going to put some more wood on the fire.”
Shadow and Cassidy enjoy the dishes prepared by Grotto from the giant crabs. They both thank the scarred dwarf for his amazing handiwork. After dinner, Shadow asks Cassidy, “How about we take a watch together tonight? Unless you are scared of the dark?” The drow wants to see if Cassidy has what it takes to be an adventuring bard.
"I have never been scared of anything ever," Cassidy replies. "We can stay up all night if you want."
“Of course you haven’t.” Shadow pats him on the head and walk past him to Ornforithalas. "The Kender and I will take a watch shift for some of your turns. I can see better at night than anyone here I bet.”
Ornforithalas nods, accepting Shadow's claim and then splits his scouts into two groups, designating one team to take the first watch and the other to take the last. A mixture of rain and snow falls overnight, leaving the sheltering tree branches coated with a thin layer of icy crust. Foggy mist once again prevails as the guard captain compares the group's position with the sightings marked on the map they were given by Alara.
A few hours after breaking camp, the party comes across the remains of a camp. Scattered, broken branches lie strewn about a fire pit, the nubs of burned wood still smell faintly of smoke but are cold to the touch. Fish bones and innards are discarded haphazardly around the entire sight. Cracked femurs with the marrow sucked out lie heaped beside one of the larger trees.
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