INTERLUDE: At the Gold Dragon Inn
By the 19 th of Thaumont, Kon’s wounds had more or less healed. At least enough that he felt he should start figuring out what were his next steps. He still had a fair bit of money left. He had suspicions about how Corwyn had come by so much more gold than the rest of them, but he dismissed the thoughts as disrespectful to the dead. He still had the mule, and some of the others’ gear in addition to his own, but he had no plan. Kon had always known he wasn’t a great thinker. It wasn’t that he couldn’t understand things, or reason them out. It was just that he had no patience study. He grew bored trying to focus his attention for too long on things that didn’t seem to matter outside of a book. As a result, he was remarkably ill-suited to the task he had set himself. As he sat in the taproom of the Gold Dragon Inn, he wondered if he should try to gather a new group of party members. “No.” he mumbled to himself, “They’d expect me to have a plan. That’s the whole trouble.” “W...