Re: A little recap, part 2--the rest of the party
The human, Fionn, laughs. "No, friend," he says in reply to Garryn. "'Tis a messy business, and can be a nasty one in this warm weather. We're somewhat prepared to deal with decapitated heads and such, but just slinging 'em across your saddle horn would get right disgusting pretty quickly--less than a day, I'd imagine."
The dwarf, Ulnorn, replies to Thomas' questions. "Don't rightly know 'bout th' monsters. O' course, th' orcs an' ogres came down fra th' hills this season; jest that time fer a wave o' th' scum t' invade--happens once or twice every score o' years. Rumor has it, coulda been worse. Some scout-assassins out o' Briarfell dispatched a high-up muckety-muck shaman afore he could raise up an army o' undead. Anyhow, th' rest o' th' monsters are a bit o' a mystery. Wyverns are a-breedin' well this year, so mamas an' papas were huntin' fer their young'uns--an' some o' last year's young'uns are tryin' fer their own territories this year. Trolls're said t' have moved back inta some o' th' abandoned mines in Turgrad, an' Fionn here tells me he's heard a couple o' tales o' livestock an' children gone missin' along the eastern marches o' Paldor." The human nods.
The dwarf helps himself to the aleskin again, and passes it around to the group. He packs a pipe with a fragrant tobacco, lighting it and continuing. "Th' Imperial boyos told me that some renegade hill giants had come down wi' th' orcish hordes, an' some were still on th' prowl. Ol' Pyribrotos th' Red has expanded his range t' cover some o' th' caravan routes out east, an' Achylos th' Black has declared herself queen o' a portion o' th' Malg Swamp--e'en has some o' th' Salted Wound tribes worshipin' her or some such foolery. Then there's th' troubles wi' some o' th' troglodyte-folk down in th' silver mines o' th' Barrier Mountains..."
"Enough," laughs Fionn. "With another mug of ale you would llist all of the monsters in Arret by their first names, Ulnorn. Our hosts have also asked of news of Borderton." The dwarf merely grunts and falls silent. The human continues the thread. "The eastern caravans are just beginning to arrive in Borderton, having awaited the springtides to traverse the wastes between Narvil and here. Yet, no caravans were arrived from the true east--across the Dreaming Lands, eh, Ulnorn?" The dwarf shakes his head. "So, scant few have arrived, and almost all of the goods were from Arkenhem or Narvil. The wars take their toll, and I doubt we'll see much in the way of silks, spices, or...certain illicit substances anytime soon. When we left Borderton, there was some concern that even some of the smaller caravans from Narvil had failed to make an appearance. Then, too, one of the town aldermen was worried ab! out some sort of arsonist visiting revenge upon the town--I really don't know the details. Madame Chiva's girls are as delightful as ever, I can assure you. Let's see...a new captain of the guard was transferred from the Sword to Borderton; I believe his name is Garlings or something like that...don't know much else. The food at the Honeyed Tongue has declined woefully in quality, but the savory pies at the Grimacing Goblin are the best they've been since..."
"Now YER th' one what's maunderin' on," says Ulnorn. "Let these folk get a question or so in, an' then we need be off." So saying, the dwarf refills the aleskin yet again, drinks, and offers it around a final time.
The day waxes warmer as the noon hour passes, and the sun beats down from a clear blue sky. Cicadas emit a droning chorus, quickening their cadence as the sun traverses overhead. Swallows skim through the air above the road and surrounding vegetation, foraging for insects. Heat shimmers up from the road in the distance, and the party, at rest during their midday meal, senses that the day will only continue to get hotter. Fionn and Ulgren shift their gear and stand. Fionn remarks, "We should be off...the day grows no younger. Well-met, travelers, and good fortune to you on your way to Borderton and wherever your paths lead you from there." Turning to Garryn, the Phanarian sketches a brief bow. "Thank you for the information about orcish and ogrish heads that need retrieving. We'll make a brief detour and follow the turkey vultures." The man smiles. "I'll raise a toast to you at the Sword for the bounties, and will stand you all drinks if we meet again." So saying, the human and dwarf lift their hands in farewell and continue along the road, moving westbound.
Finishing their meal, the party readies its own gear and prepares to depart from their makeshift resting spot. Taking to the road once again, the companions continue their journey eastward towards Perrinth's Wall and Borderton. The countryside has changed subtly over the miles since the party left the Fortress of the Sword. The copses of trees, small woods, and lush meadows and wetlands that had formerly dominated the landscape have given way to scattered scrub trees, shrubs, and expanses of grassland. Clearly, the area to the east was drier, as the vegetation seemed to indicate. The day continues hot and begins to be uncomfortable for those party members wearing armor. Caylin and Villhalas, riding, are somewhat less bothered by the heat than their companions who trudge along the road beside them.
Towards evening, the party passes a small pothole lake, and a flock of small teal wheel up from the still waters, silhouetting against the sky. Following their flight, the eyes of the party are drawn to the towering walls of the Perrinth, but a scant few miles distant. The walls loom closer as the companions continue along the road. Two large watchtowers, flanking a huge stone gate that stands open, provide parentheses to the road as it continues to the east. Guards along the crenellated towers peer down at the travelers, and one hails them. "Where bound?"
Thomas answers, using an old Imperial form of address for soldiers, "To Borderton, Bellator. We seek to reach its gates before nightfall."
The man, leaning on his spear, answers, "Pass, then. You may wish to hurry--although you can see the town's lights from here--you'll race the twilight to make it before night takes you." Thomas raises his hand in salute and the party passes the Perrinth. Hurriedly, they wind down from the hillside upon which the walls are built, and gradually approach the sprawl of Borderton. Outlying merchant stalls and carts are beginning to make their way back into town from their position along the road, but Caylin pauses for a flagon of ale at one lingering seller, and the party joins the halfling in a quick round, toasting to their successful arrival at Borderton's gates. Finishing their drinks, the party follows the last of the merchant carts through the gates and into the custom house. There, they are met by a sturdy, middle-aged woman in a scale mail cuirass. She appraises the party frankly, then steps forward. "I am Mistress Waera, customsmaster here in the eastern house." A strong Wulfheimern accent attends her pronouncement. "I would bid you remain here for a bit...one of the aldermen of the town will certainly wish to speak to you. I think...ahh, he is here now."
So saying, the woman turns to a man striding through the customs house, talking earnestly to a simply-dressed young man. The woman speaks again, "Alderman Perysinos, some likely travelers have arrived." Almost simultaneously, Dominique says, "Mistress Waera, do you know where we might find a caravanmaster by the name of Arkexis?"
Asher, approaching the oddly-mixed group with the alderman Savin Perysinos, overhears Dominique's question. Arkexis of Narvil was known to him--in fact, after his departure from the monastery, Arkexis was one of the first people Asher had met inn Deuxchay, and he had provided Asher with employment in a westbound caravan. The two had established a somewhat awkward and distant, but relatively friendly, aquaintanceship. Arkexis had informed Asher that he would be in the caravan departing soon after Asher's own, and would probably see him in Borderton.
Savin Perysinos clears his throat and appears about to speak...
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