Taking a drink from his  wine, then tastying the food, as if  testing it for something, He  answers,..you are right on both counts...we needs  seek our  friends...then we need  bring  down those who are responsible  for all this...including..the slaver....if  any of those who follow this get in our  way...then...we whittle down the forces  against us.


  he smiles  at MAki and holds his  drink up as a salute, then takes a longer  sip,..Atonement comes in getting the job down....My punishiment  will be, if  we fail. The Sisters  have  taught me Good Luck can come to your aid, and Ill luck can hamper your foes....most folk tend  , not to gift the Darker  sister anycredit..but she has  aided us...almost  as much as the Sister of good..

 So...since the three of us  just arrived, from gods-know-where....tell us  what you have in way of understanding...we can add to that  what we know from the ....meeting...with his lordship..and can plan from there...aye?

As the day wanes to Dusk the party has not yet seen the return of the Elf from the wanted poster. Their rooms are ready and dinner is served.

Waiting eagerly for his dinner, Senuviel relaxes and finishes his mead. I guess we could enjoy some so deserved rest and plan everything better tomorrow morning when our minds will be not as confused or excited as they are now. We should plan very carefully from now on. The lives of Clair and Snare depend on us.

Bruga nods his agreement while filling up. Then he nods, as in sleepy.

"I'll get a room here as well. Been hiking most of the day anyways. In the morning i can help you find Clair and Snare." Maki said, although he still wasn't sure who those two were. The task sounded noble enough, to offer his help.

Groddam looked, at everyone a bit confused. "Oy, be we lettin da Elf go dhen?"

Senuviel asks for another mug of mead and then looks at Groddam. No fellow dwarf, we won't let the elf go. We just have more important matters to focus our energy on. Chasing the slavers is paramount, but knowing the fate of our friends is even more important at the moment. I hope you understand, aye?

Groddam shrugged and nodded.

In reply to Senuviel Alantir (msg # 280):

From the Kitchen you hear a mighty commotion, the squeal of the cook and the voices of children, many children.  Then you hear the not so pitter patter of many feet, small feet to be exact - you look toward the kitchen but at first you see nothing then the kitchen door swings open and yet you see nothing though now you hear distinct children voices, giggles and such then as you look, you see flashes of little children rush through out the inn and back into the kitchen - 1/2 ling children, about a dozen or so.  From the Kitchen you deffinatly hear a familure female voice, loud but not yelling, calm and not shouting - Children, now, hear this instant form a line, this behavior is for the play grounds not the place whose generous hospitality has given you food.  Any who is not lined up, with clean hands and feet, will not be able to scratch the good luck pup on the ear before bed time one last time.

The kitchen goes deathly quiet, a few giggles and chuckles then nothing.

A brief moment later, Clair and a little disheveled but basking in the glory of the event Snare stroll into the main area of the inn.  Clair looks a little warn but healthy.  Looks about and spies the group sitting at the table.  Grins wide and rushes over to the group - snare in tow.

Stopping short of the group, So leave me to fend off the way word children of the slavers while you all go out and have all the fun clearing up the mess we left about with the authorities at the port and warehouse's.  Did the guards understand the fires?  What where you all doing?  Did you check on the Gypsies while I was being a mother Hubbard?

They told me you would be hear, I did not believe them but since this was the last day the children would be in town - sighs, I got them all adopted back at my village - poor children, looks keenly at the group - So ......
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  Kree watches  Clair  for a bit. He tries to stop the slight  smile from Growing. He holds his hand  out  for Snare....well..we killed some folk....I enjoyed that...but..did not kill enough of them...wound  up wondering about on a fools  errand..and  ended up here..just a bit  ago...

Bruga looks around and from face to face muttering Stick with friends, stick with friends....

Maki stands up. "Hello, my name is Maki. I take it you're are familiar with this group?" He says, unshure who the person is.

..i will allow our Lady friend to introduce herself, i will only say, that she was the one  they held agianst us, to do thier bidding, when we were charged ..falsely... looking at his  firneds  he adds,..next time..we burn the whole of the docvks  down, that way we would be sure to get those we seek, as well as any who help them...

Quite suddenly into the inn bursts a dwarf dressed head to toe in red,
He seems quite jolly so there is nothing to fear or dread,
He moves table to table handing out small wrapped gifts,
Stopping any arguements or tiffs,
He finishes his rounds,
and out the door he bounds.
Shouting as he goes,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!" and he disppears with a glow.



Each party members gift contains:

1 fruitcake
6 chocolate chip cookies
5 gold pieces

Snare got a bone :)

Senuviel let his emotions go. Smiling widely he rushes to Clair and bear hugs her, lifting the halfling from the ground. The elf then taps and plays a bit with Snare, giving the dog some remnants of his dinner.Clair! How happy I am to see you sound and safe! And Snare! Come sit with us lady cleric and tell us your tales, what have you been doing while we were in our fool's errand?

Maki carefully tries the fruitcake. "Yeah i would love to hear you're side of the story as well." He said. "I wasn't even aware Snare is a dog. But i'm very glad that they have found you."

Bruga asesses the fruitcake to judge if it will serve as a missile. He stows the cookies and the coin as possile bribes.

In reply to Bruga Honeyfinder (msg # 290):

After genuinely hugging all back.  Maki, oh you have grown.  You have filled nicely and wear your stature in fine steed.  It has been a long time, but I can save that part for later.

So, real quickly, I got somewhat ushered out of the meeting room as the king needed my hand with some orphan 1/2 ling children that appeared at he castle that day claiming they were from some ill repute house run by slavers in the seedy side of town and they did not know how they got where they were but the king wanted me to take care of them and foster them back to my villiage people since they, the "small folk" would be best to take care of them.  I spent days pulling them back into reality from there past lives and matching up foster parents.  By the grace of my god lady luck she smiled down on me helping me to complete my task.   I was told you all were on a quest as such to try to find this ill repute house but once I came back, I only got word that you had been last seen at this inn and I could not get anything more out of the kings retainer so I rushed over with Snare, pets snare lovingly, to find you all.  So here i am.

looks about, might be best if we get a room or two to continue our story telling.  Looks at the fruit cake, yea Bruga might be good for the sling :)

Did you guys get rooms yet?

Groddam nods. "Aye upstairs."

..we have not yet secured  rooms...we just arrived.....now?..where is  the  House  at?..and  are there slavers  running it? he  said this  as he drank, and looked around the room once more.

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg # 293):

Clair looks down at the floor then up at Kree, with a tear in her eye, I tried everything I knew to get the information from the children.  My high priest also tried but alas, without harming the children further we could not gain that information.  I do know that the organization is entrenched here in town with supports of all sorts but there strength has weakened.

All I knew what to do once the children where secure was to find you all.  I do know that the children should be safe and lead a normal life as best as possible under the foster care.

Now, we need to get rooms then too.

  Kree's  fingers  tap on the table  as he takes  another  drink, his eyes   seem to stare off into  the distance, and he smiles  slightly,..well...we know where the House...is NOT....and...i am betting..there are a few people at the docks , that could p[oint us in the right direction...gods,,.By Tymora  and Beshaba's  bouncing breasts!...if would feel real good  about now to make a few slavers  vanish  from these  realms....

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg # 295):

Yes Kree it would but I think we need a good nights rest before we start out. with a questiioned look on her face Clair quietly says Do you think it is safe to stay here.

 The elf  tilts his ehad for a moment  as he  swallows the next sip,Safe?....Not in the Least...9 hells, we three came from some place  else  and  end up in this  Inn....but..Good Lady...Tymora  loves those who take  the chance..Beshaba uses her  charms against those who seek harm to those who pay her homage....of us here? I am the Only one who started out  as a Hunter ....they made the mistake of using all of us...they also made the mistake, of  trying to threaten us...I said...in that conclave..there would be a reckoning, when this is  done...I am thinking...time is neigh...for an accounting....

A butterfly or well it appears to be one flits into the room and lands rather uncermoniously on Groddams nose, he realizes then that this is paper and not a butterfly at all.