Meeting the Spokeman
Mid-Morning Waterday, 5th day of Planting, 597
The seven of you (6 PCs and Franny Stonegirdle) were returning from a successful adventure where you killed a band of 6 trolls in the foothills of the CrystalMist Mountains on the western edge of the Yeomanry League. It was a good thing that Garrant the Gaunt had learned why the trolls are so feared in this part of the land. They cannot be killed from steel alone. They will not even fall without some damage from fire, acid or magic. Bringing this knowledge turned what could have been a deadly task into a successful one.
You party has been a man down since Jorson is completing some much needed training in the town of North Reach. The original plan after your troll hunt was to back track from Kelzad north to Farvale and use the military trails to cross the High Crags to Emberton and then north to the town of North Reach where Jorson is waiting for you.
For the past three weeks your group has felt a total of seven tremors and you heard from a bartender in Kelzad (a town of less than a thousand souls) that there was an eighth when you had been coming down from the foothills. It was also became known to you that the Council of Common Grosspokesmen are looking for some hearty adventurers to do something about these earthquakes.
Your group decided that it was not much out of your way go south of the High Crags and to head to Loftwick the capital of The Yeomanry League to find out if this could be a profitable endever.
The group arrived at the Loftwick and entered through the western gate. It did not take long to find out that the government buildings are on the higest ground in the northeastern part of the city. The trip through the city of more than 8000 souls was pretty uneventful, until you got to the central marketplace, there are multiple vendors trying to all get your attention.
"Fresh baked bread!"
"Feel this cloth, it is the finest in all of kingdom!"
"Do you need a new weapon, for course you do!"