A New Face
After getting back to town, the group returns to the inn and sat somberly around a table. Toth ordered ale for everyone and raised his mug up and said, "To Kenton and Ullia." "Kenton and Ullia" the group echoed. They drank. "So what now?" Alzador asked. Toth frowned. "I think it's fair to say that we're not having very good luck with the hill." Everyone nodded. "We could keep trying and see who gets killed next. Or," he hesitated, "We leave it alone and try someplace else." The table was silent for a beat, then Sergei chimed in, "I'm not looking forward to getting killed, but we haven't found a bent copper so far." "There's a 'reserve' we can use for travel expenses. At least enough to get to a new place. Try again." "Where?" Varis asked. Toth winced as he shifted. Still stiff from his wounds. "I'm open to suggestions." Toth said, "We can ask around...