Back to the Moathouse
The day dawns bright and sunny. Following a hearty breakfast with only the odd muttering from Gundgoot, the group assembles outside. Peter Sygor has already assembled the wagon train. There are three wagons, more than enough for the supplies you discovered last time. In one there are picks and shovels, which suggests they might have an additional duty to perform. In addition to Peter and the teamsters there are six militia guardsmen, one you recognize as the tanner that accused Vestan of grave robbing. Another is a hulk of a man wearing chain mail who seems to be inebriated, even at this early hour, the rest wearing leather are not particularly remarkable.
Sygor addresses you, "I am sorry I cannot continue with your adventures, Saint Cuthbert has called me away, or at least high-priest Terjon has. As you can see we are not a great military threat to anyone so I would ask that you lead the way to the moathouse and we will follow behind. Ronalt will be better at finding the way than me anyway." You can tell by the tone of his voice that he does not see his current duties as particularly worthy his devotion. "If you are ready, shall we proceed?"
The group moves off and the creaking wagon train follows. The noise is enough to prevent any pretence of stealth, though Arek more than makes up for this anyway. Regardless, the trip is uneventful apart from a wagon getting stuck in the marshy ground and requiring your assistance to move it. Either there are no bandits about or the combined force is considered too strong to attack.
As you near the moathouse, Peter halts the wagons and says "We will halt here while you go ahead, one of my men can go with you to inform us when we can enter." He looks over the men to see who would be best, none of them seem to think this is a good idea and try and avoid his eye. Somewhat to his surprise, the drunk speaks up. "Sschuze me sor’. Ah’l go with thesse gentlemen… and err ladies if ya want. Ah’m not too bad in a brawl, Ah have them all tha time! staggering a bit he comes towards the party waving his battleaxe in a menacing sort of way. "Don worry Ah’ll save ya!" his breath may be enough on its own but there is something about him that makes you think he could prove useful, even if it is only to block a doorway.
Peter rolls his eyes then says, "This is Elmo, the town drunk, I wasn’t planning on him being here but he insisted on coming along. Hasn’t thrown up yet and judging by his bearing was a fighter in the dim and distant past. I guess he’ll do, after all he is only a messenger. Might be good to make sure he finds his way back out, though."
