26 Eleint
Location: Bryn Shander

Dalgura, Ellie and Morgrim bid farewell to the companions they befriended on the caravan up from Luskan and elect to remain in Bryn Shander. The yeti attack yesterday at the gates, seemingly orchestrated by a woman wearing a crown of elk antlers, followed by the warehouse fire last night, in addition to what appears to be a sustained protection racket run by some Luskan tough going by the name of 'Slim' and rumors of a gang of wererats running through Ten Towns...all of this is enough to keep these three adventurers' interests for the time being.

During their previous conversation with Mithann, the priestess suggested the party meet with Dunavan, to help secure the silver weapons that Aarun, her Harper contact, is supposed to pick up tonight and/or to meet with the hunter Algonell, whom Mithann says has been accosted by Luskan thugs outside Bryn Shander.

Dunavan can be found at his remaining warehouse, the other having been burned out just last night. Algonell is staying at Geldenstag's Rest.
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Morgrim suggested the group begin with Dunavan and see how the rest of the morning progressed. "Hopefully we'll have time aplenty to meet with the both of them," he commented as he led the way through Bryn Shander's chilly streets.

In reply to Morgrim Ironhammer (msg # 2):

"That is sound advice dear brother but we do need to make arrangements for lodging also.  We hadn't planned on staying longer than one day so that needs to be changed and we'll need one or two rooms at that."

"Lodging-smodging," Morgrim replies merrily. "There's no shortage of inns and its still morning. We can sort out beds after lunch."

Ellie grinned a bit. She had a feeling she would have a lot of fun deciding who of the two siblings she felt like siding with at what points, they seemed so likely to bicker at one another on the smallest of things; all playful of course she knew, and Ellie had a chance to get in on it.

"Morgrim is right; I had a horrid enough of a night as it was, I'd rather not plan for the next one. Let's pay our condolences to Dunavan."

Dal knew when she was out voted, not that it ALWAYS stopped her from carrying on her argument but this time she backed down...a little bit.

"Alright.  It is a good thing to do and we have to do it sometime anyway.  BUT, big brother, almighty clan head, if we only get one bed rest assured that it will NOT be your body who will be in it."

Dal had a big grin on her face as she said it and gave Ellie a wink.  "Now lets find Dunavan before our collective stomachs start to rumble for food."

The party sets out towards Dunavan's warehouses, just northeast of Market Square. One of his warehouses burned to the ground overnight, so finding it is of little consequence. The second of his buildings, this one still intact, is located just across the street from the charred ruins of the first. Dunavan, a middle-aged man of considerable girth and less than spectacular grooming habits, is found in a small adjoining office.

Dunavan looks up from his desk as the door rattles open, the party spilling in from the cold exterior. The man's face is lined in worry, the source of his troubles not too difficult to guess.

He studies the adventurers for a few moments, perhaps trying to remember if any of them were among his clientel coming forward looking to recoup on losses incurred overnight. Judging this not to be the case, he offers a greeting:

"Well met. Dunavan at your service. What can I do for you?"

"Actually, Mr. Dunavan, sir, we're rather wondering what we might be able to do for you," Morgrim explained. "I had a word with the priestess who tends the shrine of Amaunator this morning, and it sounds like you're in a hard way. Are you still looking for someone to watch over your wares today?"

Dunavan's tenseness visibly subsides as Morgrim's declares the reason behind their visit.

"Indeed! I am!" he says.

He continues, "Frankly, I am concerned for Aarun. I was not successful in contacting Aaarun yesterday after the caravan arrived and, well, you saw what became of my other warehouse. I can ill afford another loss like last night, special cargo or not."

Dunavan says he will pay the adventurers 50 gold pieces if they agree to stand guard over his warehouse tonight, when he hopes Aarun will arrive to accept the crates of silvered weapons.

"What time would you have need of us?" Morgrim inquired, exchanging a look of concern with the others over the apparent disappearance of Aarun. "And where would we seek out Aarun if we had a mind to do so ourselves?"

Dunavan suggests he needs help after the sun sets and he is skeptical anyone would attack his warehouse in broad daylight. He goes on to say he normally communicates with Aarun through an intermediary, a seamstress by the name of Terestia who dwells near Northlook. He provides directions to Terestia's workshop, should the adventurers wish to follow the lead.

"We may just do that," Morgrim replies. "We will meet you back here before sundown, unless my friends have anything further to discuss?" he asked, eyeing Dalgura and Ellie.

Ellie bowed respectfully, shaking her head in response to Morgrim's query.

"Good. We shall see you shortly, Dunavan," Morgrim announced. He offered his hand to the merchant and then turned back out into the cold. "Lets follow up with this seamstress first. We'll check with the huntsman after."

Ellie nodded; "I agree. We have such a good rapport with cloth merchants after all."