Having held back, Ülo now advances and calls out to the Hobs, "I am skilled in healing if any of your warriors have been injured!"

In reply to Ulo (msg # 189):

one of the Hobs gestures for the drawbridge to be lowered, while others continue to fire arrows into the lower recess the worm turned into.

"Many thanks!"
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Grimaldi watches the drawbridge lower, as he waits with the caravan.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 191):

the hobgoblins, wreathed in the pungent smoke of burning hemp,
approach with trepidation at the sight of so many orcs in your party, but seem appreciative of Grohm'Tahl's billhookwork on the worm.

"This has been a most treacherous journey, but we've finally brought our goods to market."

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 193):

"Goods from where? We need only go to the surface to the goblin market."

In reply to Hobgoblin (msg # 194):

"Greetings. We hail from the Trollfolk warrens of the Eastern Reaches"

In reply to Rushagorn Brokadin (msg # 195):

"Funny, but you look like an orc,  not a troll."

As the merchant and hobgoblins begin their negotiations, Jendrich takes a look down the worm's escape hole, trying not to gag from the stench.

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In reply to Hobgoblin (msg # 196):

"He may not be, but we are," He gestures to Rafik, Ullo, and his cousin.

Ülo turns from looking over the Hob defenders, making sure none were wounded, "Apologies, I am Ülo once of the Western Reaches Warren representing Angrid the Elder of the Eastern Reaches Warren, and this is Master Rushagorn Brokadin who has agreed to to carry goods to your undertower on our behalf."



OOC:  Sorry, busy few days.

In reply to Ulo (msg # 200):


"If we wanted to trade with orcs, we could just go to redlight.  We ain't seen anyone from the Western Reaches in a month. Where is Mokikki the trader, and Ripkin the smith?"

In reply to Hobgoblin (msg # 201):

"They are dead.  The warren has been destroyed with fire and conflict from the city dwellers.  Most of those who survived have joined the Eastern Reaches, though a few of us have not."

Grohm slung the malodorous slime off of the blade of his glaive as best he could. Then he found a place to stand out of the way while Rushagorn and the trolls tended to their business negotiations.

In reply to Ulo (msg # 203):

"That is grave news indeed! So this group represents the, um Eastern Reaches?"


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In reply to Hobgoblin (msg # 205):

"I am Hrunting of the eastern reaches. Our people need wood, cloth, meats... and hemp, for rope and smoking."

In reply to troll warrior (msg # 206):

the two warriors look at eachother and shrug.
"Let's take them to see Rafinko. He can sort them out."

"Good idea. We could all use a breather in a safe place." Jendrich says, eager to follow the caravan into the hobgoblin's village.

In reply to Jendrich (msg # 208):

the halls of the hobgoblin tower are filled with a haze of hempsmoke, which Grimaldi finds appealing.

the level you are on overlooks the arena, and rows of seats are cut into stone, the ceiling supported by mammoth stone pillars with fluid looking arches.

Although empty except for a few cleaners, and a solitary hobgoblin down on the sands, this place could easily hold over a thousand spectators.
the cart will not fit in the stairwells, and after Clair and Rush shoulder the bulk of it along with two other orcs, the handcart is left by the balcony/drawbridge.

You are brought up a level, where you catch glimpses of hobs pulling fibers out of damp troughs and twisting it into cords.

Grohm followed along with the group, glaive over his shoulder.  He took note of the twists and turns in case they needed to find their way back out in a hurry.

In reply to Grohm'Tahl (msg # 210):

you notice that many of the hobs wear sashes, scarves, hats or tunics with a purple and blue zigzag pattern similar to the bunting and banners that were in the arena. Some of them are giving you and the other orcs dirty looks.

Grohm cared little for the arena games but had seen and heard enough to understand the teams and rivalries. He ignored the taunting and remained quiet and respectful of their hosts.  It was more important to complete the trade and start their trip back to the surface.

Jendrich gives a curious look at the arena. "Is this a gladiator arena? I heard them mentioned in town, but I've never seen one..."