I suppose I'll never go home again, I should dress for my new job. The Dwarf mumbles...

Dwarghar goes to the barracks seeking out a smith to get some steel to cover himself in. preferably plate armor.

In reply to Alietra (msg # 55):

Alietra hear the screams as she approach the barber shop. You see a pole standing outside, wrapped in a swirl of blood soaked bandages drying in the sun and attracting flies.

I love the smell of barbers in the morning.

Instantly turning away from the sounds of screams, Alietra heads back to see if her new armor has been fitted yet.

Einhard doubts that there is any armor or weapons in this town that would be worthy to replace anything he already owns. He heads to the stables to see if they could bathe and groom his steed. She's certainly needed it. While they did that, he would seek food and drink at the local tavern.

In reply to Einhard (msg # 60):

There is a stables that will happily pamper your steed. The tavern overlooking the lake is still open, but some carpenters are busy adding a tall fence to the balcony where Travis jumped but a couple days before.

As Dwarghar comes to the Barrack he smells for the aroma of fire and steel and listens for the clink of a hammer or the satisfying pinch of cutters. It has been many years not since before he set out to make a home in the mountains that he wore steel armor.

Creston gives up trying to find a fletcher and heads for the tavern.

In reply to Dwarghar Stoneblood (msg # 62):

The blacksmith is busy, but he can assemble a coat of plates for you at the standard rate.

In reply to Creston Fairwood (msg # 63):

It seems this is a farming and sheep/goatherding community primarily, and most residents have never laid hand on a bow. The Town Guard has their own weaponsmith who probably makes arrows but doesn't sell equipment, especially to outsiders. You do find a boy wheeling a wooden wagon full of perfectly smooth river rocks for slinging, only a penny each!

The adventurers slowly converge on the tavern again. Residents at the benches make quiet glances to each other as you return.

"No jumping off this time, y'hear me! Especially if y' don't pay yer tab first! T'ain't the dragon you should be afraid of!", hollers the barmaid, shattering the tavern's quiet unease with a roars of laughter.

Dwarghar does get the armor - ensure the chain sleeve stops at his forearm so that he can work with tools when he takes off the gauntlet.
He also gets tools and parts to round out his kit for making and breaking traps.

He’ll do a little more shopping for things mundane before meeting the others.

At the tavern he gets a pint and drinks looking morose for a while as he considers what has brought him here. He closes his eyes and keeps to his own thoughts.

As she sees other members of her party, she asks them if they are spending the night.

"I would like a good nights sleep, but what about those who opted to stay behind?"

I think I will spend the night.  I guess I am used to the fineries in life.

Dwarghar looks around at the question...
Hmph? I don't know, I just spent nearly every penny,

Dwarghar jerks as if making a decision and orders a keg.

Right - you're staying, make sure you get the priest or the armored fellow to help you bring the lumber. I'm goin' back t'night.

Dwarghar gets a wheelbarrow or small cart to manage the firewood, the cauldron, and the keg and goes to meet the others back at camp in his shiny new armor.
This message was last edited by the player at 16:28, Fri 22 Jan 2021.

As long as she has her new armor, Alietra will join Master Stoneblood. She wants a nice soft bed, but she wouldn't sleep well knowing they had left several of their number behind.
This message was last edited by the player at 13:37, Fri 22 Jan 2021.

In reply to Alietra (msg # 71):

More than two. Harald, Starshell and Catweazel as well.

In reply to Dwarghar Stoneblood (msg # 70):

Dwaghar does find a wainwright with a cart for sale. Good for hitching up to a hooved animal...

[Who goes with Dwarghar to help him with the cart?]

In reply to DM (msg # 73):

Brodd will. He has the mule.
This message was last edited by the player at 16:15, Fri 22 Jan 2021.

Awww you don’t have too , but since there’s three of us we should get the lumber too. But your hurt lass, the brother and I can haul it back you might heal with rest.

Pock kept himself with Dwarghar and Brodd, helping load lumber up almost over his own head when the dwarf mentioned taking it.

Asking if she can ride back in wagon, Alietra hopes to rest on the way back to camp.

In reply to Alietra (msg # 77):

Brodd helps Alietra into the cart and tries to make her comfortable.

Unused to such gentle handling, Alietra shares a shy smile with the good Brother.

"Many thanks. I'm going to try and nap on the way back. Wake me if anything exciting should happen."

[moving RP back to the base camp thread]