Re: [IC] On the Road to Boltharrow
The guards squint down at the group, then their eyes widen as they catch sight of the woman and the child.
"Elaina Bray?" one of them says.
"Get the gate open! We've been waiting on these folk for weeks!" another says, his voice sounding more authoritative.
Two of the guards disappear from up top. There's a long pause, some scraping sounds, and finally the gate is opened inwards. The guards wave the party in quickly, and you hear a hollow log being beaten vigorously above your heads. That seems to be the equivalent of a bell, because soon after the guards close and bar the gate again, several people arrive on the streets. One wears the leathers of a smith, another the workday clothes of a craftsman, and the third is an old man a finer version of the second, along with a silver chain of office. A young man near him bears a torch to dispel the twilight gloom, and you can see the lines of care on the third man's face.
"You're Guild members all?" he asks. Assuming people show him their badges, he heaves a sigh of relief. "Thaddius Harrow, I'm the mayor. That's more people than I dared hope for. Sometimes people look at goblins as a joke if they've never had to face them- Elena Bray?" he breaks off suddenly, spying the woman on the horse.
The farmwife you rescued bursts into tears. "Last night, they came out of the dark. A whole filthy mob of them, flinging torches at the house and barn and slinging stones so Rath couldn't fire off a single arrow. They went to break down the door, and Rath told me to hide in the well with Mia so he could try to drive them off. And then all I heard was the most awful noises from them yelling and singing, and I never heard Rath again..." Elena had been speaking through sobs, but at this last she can scarcely be understood from her tears, and the mayor coaxes her off the horse and gives her a shoulder to cry on, her child clinging to her skirts, before she's able to speak again. "Then these folk rescued me, and Mia, and fixed my arm, and saved Blue," Elena finishes, tears still running down her face.
The mayor pats her about the shoulders in a fatherly manner. "I'm so sorry, Elena. You and Mia go with Will to Goodwife Hann's and get some rest now. We'll be making sure you're safe." The man in the craftsman's clothes takes Elena's elbow and leads her gently off into the village. The mayor sighs heavily and turns to the rest of you. "Not even agreed on a fee and you're already saving my people. Sometimes the gods work in signs even an old man like me can understand. Please, come with me."
The mayor only goes as far as the town square, and from there to a building marked with a quiver of arrows burned into the wood above the door. "The crafthall, city hall, archives, and my home," he says in explanation, letting you in. Sir Aberlayne and Dellas take a quick moment to dismount and tie their mounts to the hitching post before going in.
The main room is a large one, filled with craft benches, tools and half-finished arrows stacked neatly off to one side. He waves for you to take a seat, as he and the smith find seats of their own. The young torchbearer lights several lamps, illuminating the place warmly, before going to sit next to the mayor. He pulls a book of loose foolscap out of bag slung about his body, and also uncorks a bottle of ink and fishes out a quill with some haste.
"My thanks to you, adventurers. Redhaven's the only Guildhall we've had time to post our need at so far, so you must have come from there, and lucky that you spied the Bray farm. Rath wouldn't hear of taking his family within the walls, determined and stubborn as he was to make things on his own. Gods rest his soul." The mayor sighs heavily. "We've been having a goblin problem for a few weeks. Little raids at first, then a few days ago, a concentrated attack on the village. I'd sent a messenger south for adventurers just before that, first to Redhaven, then further west. And I wasn't sure if we'd just get a few people looking to make a quick spot of gold against a goblin band when we've got a worse problem on our hands. But with all of you, I believe you'll be able to beat them. My folk aren't bad archers, but they can't see in darkness like goblins, and that's when they've been attacking, and I don't have enough trained folk to send them to the ruins. What do you need to know to help us?" Mayor Harrow asks.