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Alas, Vinifera had no idea what it would take to get the raft safely across the stream.>>17596
Make another roll for Perception.
If you want to sneak, roll for Dexterity too.
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>>17597 1d20 = 15>Nazom goes boldly into the twilight forest!>>17598
I'm ready for a fight
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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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go on! I'm right behind you
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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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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."
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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."
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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."
"Any chance for a discount"?
((Haggle? d20 = 5
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"Alright, make it 11 per person."
How much further is it to Gashok?>>17621
how sturdy is your raft?
"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.">>17623
He returns the change.
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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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should we rest here for the night?
"If it's alright with our friend sure. Then we can set off tommorow."
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.
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.