Re: Chapter 3: The Village of Rush Hollow
The companions finish up at the Temple of Melora, where they pay their final respects to Duvall, and continue on their way. Adventuring was a harsh business. Everyone understood the risks, though they mostly tried to not think about them too much: it was just easier that way.
That bit of unpleasant business attended to, the party proceeds through the village to locate Chieftain Ondor. A bounty awaited...and perhaps they might learn more of the flesh-eating demons. After proceeding to the chieftain's sprawling manor, which begins at ground level and proceeds into the crown of an ancient black gum tree, the group learns that Chieftain Ondor is presently at the Toothless Troubadour, along with many of the village's other major players. Apparently, a company of Lord Myron's men arrived a few hours ago, and the Chieftain is holding court with the captain there now.
Lord Myron, one of the heirs of the influential Talas line of nobility, and also subject of Ben's unending suspicion. The party received an icy welcome when they paid the Lord's Keep a visit while en route to the ancient ziggurat, and certainly his standard, a serpent on a field of jet, fueled those suspicions. What might his men be doing here now? One way to find out...
Outside the tavern, several pack mules are lined up near a line of trees, and attended to by two spirited grooms. The animals packs do not appear laden with goods, so perhaps the company has come to acquire provisions?
Inside the tavern, about 30 or so men and women are gathered about on long tables running down the center of a grand hall. Private booths are flung to either wing, some of these are occupied while others are available, should the group wish for some measure of privacy.
Lord Myron's men are readily apparent: 15 men in dyed-black leather jerkins clustered in around a central table. At one side, a dark-haired man with a hawkish nose sits, his polished chain shirt sparkling in the light. The men are enjoying some ale and pickled catfish and seem otherwise unconcerned with the heroes' appearance.
Chieftain Ondor is located not too far from the man-in-chain, Captain Rocco as it turns out, sharing a quiet conversation with a staff-wielding man in dark robes.
A bar-wench carrying four mugs of ale approaches the group at some point, "Have a seat anywhere you like. I'll be with you in two shakes of a tail..." she sasses with a wink. She quickly sashays across the floor, ale in hand, her form tantalizing the senses.