II - The Baron's Stronghold
That evening, the adventurers find that the Baron’s table is generous, but the fare is simple, evidence of the hardship his holdings have faced in recent weeks. Domnall orders casks of ale and wine brought up from his cellars for the company’s enjoyment. His demeanor is humble, his gratitude for the party’s intervention evident. He listens with solemn interest as the theories of what might be transpiring within the Barrier Peaks are discussed.
As the meal nears its conclusion, the sentries outside call out, heralding the arrival of the elves. Domnall seems relieved at the news of their safe return. After a few moments, a female elf clad in studded leather armor enters the hall, a quiver of arrows cinched to her back, a longsword hanging from her belt. Her left bicep is wrapped in a bandage and she bears a recent cut on her forehead. Domnall rises to meet her and after she greets him formally, the two speak quietly for a moment.
Turning her attention to the gathered adventurers, she says, ”I am called Trisvyre. I am the leader of the scouts that serve the Baron here in northern Geoff. I am glad of your coming.”
“I am to guide you to the cave where we believe these monsters have come from. I and my fellow scouts just traveled here from that place. It remains...dangerous.”