B. 2: Windrom's Bow
The House on the Hill (Caste of Adrian Landoval, Count of Honeytown)
After four days of enjoying Count Adrian's hospitality in the form of room and board at Honeytown's finest inn, the Heroe's of the West Gate found themselves summoned into His Lordship's pressence after lunch.
Odan Marko was waiting to greet them, and a group of maids brought them hot tea and mulled mead.
Odan was the eloquent and professional investigator who'd greeted them at the gate--a silver haired man in a green silk jacket with gold brocade. He had explained to Narunir that the Seargent's true nature was a surprise to him, and he was indebted to their group for revealing it. When the oni had began thrashing around and crawling towards it's head, Odan gravely flipped the body back over drove a poniard into it's heart, and then used the adder's belly to send an Acid Arrow spell into the monster's chest. He watched gravely as the beat died, stone faced but pale. "May the gods treat you with equity and escort your soul safely to its home," he said in a stoic voice. "And may Tyr look with mercy upon me."
"His lordship will be here shortly," he explained, offering them a toast with a mug of spiced mead. "And Grandmother Aisha as well. I hope you haven't found our hospitality lacking? These have been busy days."
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Foothills of the High Moore
North-West of Honeytown
Though bellow the High More it was a brisk and pleasant spring, and they could see the blooming dales of Honeytown from ever rise, the wind off of the More was bitingly cold. Joel Winterfel and Lahnu Orcborn found a spot where a bit of spring thaw had wet the dust. Sure enough, they found another set of the tracks they were looking for--big feet, but without enough weight in the steps to be a human or even elf of that boots size.
Roll Survival to study the tracks?