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. Dig up some leads."

Aladana spoke up for the first time, "There is another issue. Mine and Alzador's magic isn't nothing but if we run into any undead, we're going to want a cleric."

Alzador saw Varis nod emphatically, touching the holy symbol hanging from his neck. The big man's quiet faith felt somehow incongruous. 

Toth nodded as well. "There's a fair number of adventuring types here at the Fort. Maybe there's a cleric looking to team up. Let me apply my winning charm and see if I can't recruit someone."

That raised a smile on a couple faces. 

"As far as where to go," Aladana said, "I remember hearing something about some old ruins recently found in the woods west of Rifflian."

Sergei raised his eyebrows, "Really? That's only a few days away..."


[The party managed to recruit Yarlov, a 1st level Lawful cleric of Halav (Traladaran). Their plan is to leave Guido's Fort and head back more or less the way they came from Threshold, back to Rifflian.]




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