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>roll for Intelligence +2

You see a few tracks that were still rather fresh. Footsteps, leading towards a small forest nearby.


Brains. d20 + 2 = 18


>>17595  look!
>point to the tracks
>starts to follow the tracks


Alas, Vinifera had no idea what it would take to get the raft safely across the stream.

Make another roll for Perception.
If you want to sneak, roll for Dexterity too.


"Huh? It could belong to the bandits."


((They met the bandits a good five hours earlier. But yes, it could be bandits, of course.))


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>>17597  1d20 = 15
>Nazom goes boldly into the twilight forest!
>>17598  I'm ready for a fight  :pinkie4:


Vin sighs and follows Naz.


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They followed the tracks for a good five minutes and finally stood before the small forest. There, the tracks were no longer visible.

But up ahead, a small fire could be seen, glimmering through the thicket.


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>>17601  go on!  I'm right behind you


"Well, I guess the boat belongs to whoever made that camp. We could either be louts and steal the boat or we can go see who it is. Now that we know someone may own the boat I think we should see who it is."


VInifera approaches the camp, but tries to be discreet as he doesn't know if whoever owns the camp is friendly or not. He doesn't want to make introductions unless he is sure he won't die over it.


Make a discreet roll for Charisma.


d20 = 14


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As they move closer they see a campfire in front of which sits man in his mid 40s. He wore clothes in brown and green,  a bow was leaning next to him against a tree. He was roasting some meat and had apparently settled down to have supper.

He looked up at she saw Vinifera who gave him an awkward smile (Charisma roll).

"Well... hello there. Be you friend or foe?" he asked with a gruff voice, a hand slowly moving to a short sword at his side.


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>>17608  Greetings.  Are you the ferryman?


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He gave a chuckle. "Ah, do you need a passage across the stream? Yes, I'm the ferryman. There's usually not much to do at this time of day."


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"I'd say friend, though to be honest I would say whichever answer not to get an arrow in my throat."


"Ah, so that boat is yours. I thought it was peculiar for a boat to be tied there for no reason."


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He looked at the elf a bit puzzled. "Well, call it what you want, but it's raft. A ferry, if you like."

He slowly got up, stretching himself.

"Well, I can bring you across. It will cost you, of course."


"How much?"


What's the fare?  And have you had much traffic lately?  There were some likely bandits on the way here that we managed to avoid.


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"Six copper per foot, twelve per wheel."

He shook his head. "There's not much traffic in general. Not this close to Boron (November). There's barely any trade at this time of year and harvest season is already over. It's busy especially in the summer months."

"As for the bandits... I think I know who you mean. A group of travelers was accompanied by a bunch of odd folk a couple of days ago. They called themselves 'swords of hire' and 'guardians'. They didn't cross though, returned back the way towards Lowangen."


So it be... 12 copper each from me and my friend to cross?


"If it's only you two, you're right."


"Any chance for a discount"?

((Haggle? d20 = 5))


d20 + 5 = 15


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"Alright, make it 11 per person."


>>17616  How much further is it to Gashok?
>>17621  how sturdy is your raft?


"Nice... I only have silver on me though. Got change for a silver?"


"One day across the plains. It's easy walking.

The raft's more than sturdy. Can easily carry a large covered wagon across, plus the horses. Or a dozen people."

He returns the change.


He paid for his crossing, just waiting for Naz to pay for his.


>pays for the ride


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The ferrymen guided them back to his raft and brought them safely across.

Wishing them a good night and safe travels he then returned to the other side of the stream.


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>>17625  should we rest here for the night?


"If it's alright with our friend sure. Then we can set off tommorow."


The night was uneventful, as was the trip on the next day. The duo met a track of two wagons. Traders, heading towards Lowangen, at around noon. As they came from Gashok, Vinifera and Nazom probably had some question for them...


"Ho! We're travellinh to Gashok. Any news from there?"


The two wagons come to a halt next to the travelling duo.

As they noticed that they were an elf and a dwarf they murmured.

"Be careful in Gashok, travels. I don't know what happened there since we last came through but it seems like they have grown a dislike for anyone... non-human, beg your pardon. We come from Riva and did not stay long."

A dwarf travelling with them, his beard fire-red grunted angrily.

"They wouldn't even let me enter the tavern, curse them. They weren't like that last year." He cursed in dwarfish.


"Why what caused them a change of attitude? Was there anything different from the last time you were there?"


They shrugged. "We have no idea. And frankly, we did not ask around either. We just stayed for the night and then moved on. Anyway, keep your guard up."


Vinifera had to press on. Artherion was the only one who can help him. He can cover his ears and use his mind control if need be.

"Tell me, what news you have of an elf named Artherion?"


"Artherion? Who is that?" They asked. Gashok was a town of 900 or so people.


"An elf who lives in Gashok. If you're from Gashok and this amdness have beseeched it's people then I hope he is well."


>roll for Intelligence


d20 = 5


You recall a detail you were told at the Academy. Artherion was supposedly working as a miller in Gashok.

At that the traders fell quiet.

"Fear for the worst then... We saw the mill, it was burnt to the ground."


He felt a pit in his stomach as his heart sank through it.

"Th-thank you."


The traders wished them good luck before they continued their journey.


Vinifera and Naz continue to Gashok. He wonders where exactly this mill is. If it'sat the edge of town he'd rather go around the town and find the mill.

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