Here We begin the day after the return from the Goblin Cave, with Gyp recovering in the Chapel.

Roland arrives this morning.

A bit disappointed to see his companion Falco leave the party, Faldal decides to go visit Gyp today. He himself is decided to continue the exploration work. He wouldn't let the disappearance of his good friend Dynlor be in vain!

Seeing that Gyp has recovered enlighten the cleric's mood. "Good to see you getting better! When will you be ready to join us again? We missed your jokes a lot!" he says to him.

The first order of business: Roland looks for The Green Man Traveler's Inn to secure lodgings for the night.

The chapel was a safe and restful place to sleep but its mood was a little too sober for the fool, his face lit up and he beamed a smile when Faldal came a visitin’ “lo my liberator approaches” weakly Gyp sat up “I feel like I was trampled by horses and then rolled over by the cart they were pulling!” he coughed and wiped his mouth “two things I need out of here and a strong drink” the jester’s smiled faded “to be true I need a third thing, a couple more nights rest wouldn’t go a miss. I’d rather do that in a tavern though. The priests are fine company for the godly, the sober or the dead, not so great for the fool!”

Faldal laughs at his companion's jest. "Come on then, let's have a drink and plan our next move!" he proposes, knowing that the priests would have a hard time keeping him in bed anyway.

Thorona shakes her head, a knowing gesture that she could not dissuade him from going, and retrieves his belongings.  "Take care, Gyp.  Stay away from the pointy end of those swords," she says in her familiar, raspy voice.

“Mother Thorona, my thanks” the jester offered a bow although it was rather awkward and more just an inflection than a movement due to Gyp current state of health “your hospitality has been most welcome, however now I am proven to still be alive I seek a place where I can remind myself of the fact” Gyp waved his farewells and leaning on Faldal he limped to the tavern.

Roland secures a private room for 1 gold, assuming they're still available. He then heads to the One-eyed Cat to enjoy a fine meal after the long journey.

Faldal accompanies Gyp to the tavern where he looks for a table to seat, have a drink and make plans.

Roland is in the tavern when Faldal and Gyp enter, the latter bandaged and walking gingerly.  Dorn meanwhile is admitted to the keep at the front gate and directed to the Green Man and the One-Eyed Cat for lodging and sustenance.

Roland tucks into a fine meal of Roast fowl and Mead. Between his meal and his tip of 1gp, the inexperienced traveler realizes he has completely blown his entire budget for this trip. "Excuse me, where does one go to find work in these parts?" He asks the server a bit embarrassed about the situation.
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The young lady looks a little pensive for a moment, holding the empty tray at her side.  "Well, what sort of work?  You could see about joining the watch, don't think the pat is good, but it is steady.  Or you could see if any of the adventuresome folk need another sword," she says with a nod to Faldal, Gyp and their comrades (if there.)

An older woman pokes her head out of the kitchen and calls to her, "Lacy, get a move on!" and the girl jumps startled and heads to the board to get another tray of drinks.

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Not sure where Leozaren is right now, may have missed it.
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Roland, approaches the table of adventurers "Greetings, Gyp and Faldal. I am Roland. Well met!" He introduces himself with a slight bow. "Excuse me if I am being presumptuous, but I am in a bit of a dilemma and I understand you may have some work." His gestures were friendly and his tone was diplomatic. "You see I am a woodcarver by trade..." He flashes a wooden pendant that is worn around his neck. "However, it will take me some time to craft something worthwhile, and I am a bit low on coin at the moment."
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As Dorn passes through the gate, he takes a moment to appraise the keep.
"Hrm. Seen better," he says, but then adds,
"And I seen a good deal worse!"
After annoying the guards with jolly banter, they direct him in no uncertain terms to get himself going. Taking the hint, he eventually finds his way to the inn.
Pushing open the door, his senses are assailed by the heady aroma of stale booze, unwashed travelers, and raucaus merrymaking.
"Ah, just like home! Hey there!" he calls to two men seated at a table being approached by a third.
"The name's Dorn. Pleased to meet you and can a fellar find hisself a decent ale in this place?"

Happy to be back in the tavern Gyp did his best to smile and any ale he drank was medicinal only of course.

As newcomers came he had to resist the urge to leap up and bow, instead he nodded his head and introduced himself.

“Greetings master Roland and master Dorn” he pointed to young cleric with him “this is my companion Faldal, faithful and brave”  he then lifted his tankard “I'm Gyp. A toast to a new fellowship!” he quaffed ale and grinned widely “we shall venture to the cave of chaos again in a couple of days. I’ve a few bruises and cracked ribs to recover from first”.

"Pleased ta make your acquaintance," said Dorn taking in the new faces, before puzzling a moment on Gyp's unusual attire.
"A couple days sounds good. Give me a chance to restock and look around some."

"The Caves of Chaos." Roland reflected on the ominous sounding name. "Is that what..." He gave a concerned look over Gyp's injuries. "What did you encounter there?"
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“Aye” he answered miserably “goblins seem to have no sense of humour nor hospitality” the jester moaned.

At the mention of goblins, Dorm's head snaps up, all frivioloty dying away. In a low, gruff voice he says,
"Just speak the word, friend, and me and my axe will carve a path all the way through those vermin."

Roland scowls at the mention of goblins. "Savage little things, I'd revel at the opportunity to take a few down myself."  He raises his mug of mead high. "To good health and a rapid recovery! Then we'll have our payback." He says enthusiastically.
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"I understand your predicament or will to fight," ponders Faldal "but some of our companions have already given up or..." he sighs "passed away." Looking intently at them, he adds: "Are you sure you are up to the task?"

“The goblins didn’t seem much for chitchat so I’m sure you’ll get your chance to carve a few up, though I’d prefer to go in and lift their treasure without the bloodshed” Gyp gave a wink.

"While you be lifting, I be cleaving..."

Roland gives a solemn look to Faldal, "Then I must not stand idly by or others will meet a similar end. Besides I don't plan on getting close to the things." He gestures to the yew longbow on his back.

Roland appears bewildered that Gyp wouldn't want to extract revenge on the goblins. "Very well, it's your job, we'll try it how you want."
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After two more days of rest Gyp was back to his usually antics, one moment cartwheeling and jesting then another morosely sitting the corner drink in hand grumbling at his apparent lack in fortune.

Then the morning came and they would be returning to the Caves of Chaos. Gyp fetched his men-at-arms Joop and Wort then met with the others “the road and treasure await!” he waved his hands toward the forest and hills “then back here for more wine!” the fool glanced back longingly to the tavern.