Huh looks like water.

Dwarghar says as if that says it all.

"Alas we'll eat well tonight my friends, I can smell the candied turnips now!" Harald sniffed the air, momentarily closing his eyes. After a little while, he opened one eye just a bit to see if anyone else was salivating as he was at the sight of civilization.

"Well then, allow me to lead the way, for just as those of you who are sneaky, observant and brave have led us through dungeon and cavern, this is where my talents lie... Come, let's see what this town has to offer!"

The bard took to the fore and began heading toward the town. He had his eyes open as well as his ears, for there could be worse dangers in society than in the depths of the earth... far worse.

"Yes, thank you friend Harald. Lead on."

In reply to Pock Oneshoe (msg # 38):

"You could be right Dwarghar, I can't tell from here. It might be water. The food does smell good Harald, we'll not take credit for the flood or we won't be welcome maybe."

Your party approaches the pallisade. This must be a lumber town judging by the condition of the timbers. Bowmen are stationed along the top. The massive gates swing open enough to allow ten halberdiers in chain to run out and assume formation, followed by a swaggering man with long white hair and a longsword at his hip, you shouts out to you.

"Travelers! You have reached the village of Caywick! You must identify yourselves and state your business to gain entrance!"

Dwarghar Stoneblood, Trapper. Looking to spend a little and drown my sorrows...have travelers been difficult around here lately?

In reply to Dwarghar Stoneblood (msg # 41):

"Brother Brodd, Cleric of the True Unificant Faith. We were on a rescue mission that was successful!"
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In reply to Dwarghar Stoneblood (msg # 41):

"Trapper, eh? Yes, I see you have a very large hide rolled on your pack. I'm sure our tanner will haggle with you for it."

"Pock Oneshoe, gnome, not a halfling. And before you ask, I do have both shoes at the moment."

"Gorn of Glast, a passenger, with soles made of wind. I am not a man of quarrel, this is something I can assure you."

"Hail to you Sir! You've the pleasure of addressing Harald the Herald, a bard of no small renown, an entertainer, scholar, storyteller, and philanthropist. Your settlement will be ecstatic when you relate to them that I've arrived. Come Sir, let us in and bring your friends to hear my tales this evening!"

Regdoc's hand left the collar of his huge pack-hound, and reached beneath his robes to withdraw his holy symbol and hold it up. "I'm a Seeker, Regdoc I am called. Let me in." Followed by a grunt.

Chomper cocked his head, panting.

[DM]

"I am Lady Starshell. And this is my servant, Catweazel. I have been summoned to Masondain, and with all the flooding below, this village on the peak is now part of our trail."
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The pale elf lowers his cowl.

"I am Manaku of the Moon Elves. What the noblewoman says is true."

In reply to DM (msg # 40):

"I am Creston Fairwood. I don't care about your town. I'm just following the road."

"Just Travis will work. I travel with these fine companions, vanquishers of evil, and hope to those that need it."

Pock, turned back toward the group, was attempting to count the members of their party in order to decide whether or not everyone had spoken, but evidently seemed to be losing count repeatedly.

"Actually, I might have been here before, but I don't remember it. Have I been here before?"

[You're an elf. You may well have walked these mountains centuries ago before it was settled.]

Brodd waits for the guards to invite them in the village.

The swordsman in charge sizes you up, then nods.

"Alright. Men, open the gates! Welcome to Caywick, Travelers!"

"Thank you good sir and may the gods bless you!" Brodd says as he enters the town, leading Rosie.

"Well, I wasn't able to count our group, but if the guards are happy with these introductions, I suppose I am." Pock looked ahead to the town before him eagerly.

Gorn enters and starts scrutinizing, looking discreetly at everything. It's casual for him, more or less a kind of habit. Seeking danger and opportunities...
And why not a good tavern, even if they are rarely hidden!

"I wish we could go to the tavern, but no money. I haven't got a single copper to my name."