Trusting Fochelle's judgement,
Han inquires as when they will leave and what provisions may be needed for this 'adventure.'
Stirling wrote: ↑Sun May 22, 2022 2:27 pm
Fochelle
"We leave in the morning. So drink your fill and buy whatever supplies you personally need. I think we might be gone at least a week. I will hire a ranger and any men-at-arms who can torchbear for us and recoup that cost from the trove we amass."
In looking for a ranger to hire, a bit of asking around is done before the red head is directed to a man sitting in a far corner. He's slowly smoking from a long-stemmed clay tavern pipe, an empty mug on the table beside him. As you get closer, he's an older man; slender yet wiry with a drawn face that looked as if carved from wood. A hair of sharp eyes peer out from white beetling brows and while he had little hair on top, his cheeks are generous with frost colored bristles. Auge is the only name he offers and with some prying, he boasts of knowing the forests north and south of Thatchum, the mountains, rivers and lakes. He's come across the spoor and sign of the Blackfangs and knows well of their growing reputation as bandits, slavers, and blackguard murderers. Barely escaped with his life just three days ago, says Auge, after a close chase. He's willing to take you to where he ran across them, help pick up their trail and track them back to where they're holed up.
Spiridon, ready to go, has yet another beer and later drowns himself within the pillowy bosom of a tavern wench.
Rardi is raring to go kill some 'gnoll beasties' and calls it a night, going upstairs to get some rest before morning comes.
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