Rob tries to console Harvey.
"There now, we will meet other bears I am sure-- that one wouldn't have been any fun to fight anyway-- look how big it was! It would be like firing arrows into the broad side of a barn. A marksman like yourself wouldn't enjoy that. We need to find ourselves some nice small bears, fast bears! tiny moving targets..."
Rob trails off, and spends the next few moments in terrified silence thinking about swarms of tiny lightening-fast Dire Vampire Bear Wasps.
"There now, we will meet other bears I am sure-- that one wouldn't have been any fun to fight anyway-- look how big it was! It would be like firing arrows into the broad side of a barn. A marksman like yourself wouldn't enjoy that. We need to find ourselves some nice small bears, fast bears! tiny moving targets..."
Rob trails off, and spends the next few moments in terrified silence thinking about swarms of tiny lightening-fast Dire Vampire Bear Wasps.
Along the path, the party sees a young woman pulling a cart. She is currently about pretty far away, but because of the party's quick pace and the woman's struggle with the cart, they stand to quickly catch up to her.
Meanwhile, Kalar comes upon a trail of blood leading into the woods.
Meanwhile, Kalar comes upon a trail of blood leading into the woods.
Harvey goes over his mental list of people who've wronged him and people he's been paid to kill. Peasant cart girl... hm.. not ringing any bells, hehe. Might have something dangerous in the cart though. He gets an arrow ready and starts sneaking through the woods, just in case.
It doesn't take long for the group to catch up with the woman. As Rob greets her, she turns towards the greeting with a happy smile. It takes a moment for her eyes to find Rachelle. As she does, the blood rushes from her face. A terrible scream escapes her mouth. Following that, the woman repeats the phrase, "..it's the beast".
She doesn't run, but instead seems frozen in terror.
A quick look around shows that it's unlikely anyone else heard her scream.
She doesn't run, but instead seems frozen in terror.
A quick look around shows that it's unlikely anyone else heard her scream.
Lynda steps forward.
"I am Lady Lynda Lucretia Eleanora. I am a displaced noble woman, wandering around the countryside in search of somewhere to find refuge. These people travelling with me are my companions. Forgive my friend Rachelle's frightful appearance, she's agreed to dress up as part of our bard's main event. Watch out for him, though, for he's as good with words as he is with his instrument."
"We don't want your potions, we're just travelling the land. May we have the honor of knowing more about yourself and your cargo?"
"I am Lady Lynda Lucretia Eleanora. I am a displaced noble woman, wandering around the countryside in search of somewhere to find refuge. These people travelling with me are my companions. Forgive my friend Rachelle's frightful appearance, she's agreed to dress up as part of our bard's main event. Watch out for him, though, for he's as good with words as he is with his instrument."
"We don't want your potions, we're just travelling the land. May we have the honor of knowing more about yourself and your cargo?"
Kalar quickly looses track of the blood trail as he flies above the tree line. Though the trees have thinned out a lot since the group started traveling, even without the tree tops in the way, Kalar would have a hard time tracking what is now an hours old trail.
Back on the road with the others, the woman's mood goes from concerned, to snide disbelief, to bewilderment. After Lynda finishes talking, the woman looks around at the group once more. Rob was danced in very fine clothes, as was his horse. Lynda was wearing some of the finest clothes the woman had ever seen. The woman's face grew bright red as she began to think herself very foolish. She bowed so deep it border on groveling. "I apologize, deeply. I am but a simple fool by the name of Carol Bellaire. I found these potions near my family's farm after Gilles Grenier had stopped by and had hoped to trade them in town."
Gilles Grenier was a name Rob knew. Gilles is a sorcerer who specializes in mixing potions, particularly love potions. Rob also heard a rumor that some of his potions have turned out to be cursed.
Back on the road with the others, the woman's mood goes from concerned, to snide disbelief, to bewilderment. After Lynda finishes talking, the woman looks around at the group once more. Rob was danced in very fine clothes, as was his horse. Lynda was wearing some of the finest clothes the woman had ever seen. The woman's face grew bright red as she began to think herself very foolish. She bowed so deep it border on groveling. "I apologize, deeply. I am but a simple fool by the name of Carol Bellaire. I found these potions near my family's farm after Gilles Grenier had stopped by and had hoped to trade them in town."
Gilles Grenier was a name Rob knew. Gilles is a sorcerer who specializes in mixing potions, particularly love potions. Rob also heard a rumor that some of his potions have turned out to be cursed.



