Much to my delight I woke up Augrim at his tiny shack on the outskirts of town. Seeing him shirtless and groggy with sleep buoyed my spirits on what promised to be a trying day. He’d be a halfway decent looking fellow if he wasn’t hairy as an ape. He flatly refused to carry my gifts for the Kostelos so I had to hire a witless ruffian to pull a small hardcart with us. We headed out of the city and into the forest where we waited at a spot he said was waystation of sorts for the Kostelos. He claimed there was some kind of sign on a tree that told him this but I didn’t see anything. Probably he was pulling my leg.
Eventually some of the startlingly nude savages turned up and began talking with Augrim. I was surprised that even with my short period of study I was able to understand most of what was being said, I suppose it must be a simpler form of communication. My hired cart-man seemed terrified. I suppose I might have told him what we were going to be doing.
They took us to a glade, pretty if you like that kind of thing, where their rude huts were constructed. Thankfully most of them were clothed, apparently it’s only the warriors who run around stark ass nude. I’m sure it makes sense if you’re a primitive jughead. I dispensed my gifts, some of which they clearly had no interest in, but in general they went wild (pun) over things like cloth and cheap tin pots. Augrim tried to hide it but he was clearly sullen at how quickly they took to me.
The leader of this little band was called Ox-Head some something equally ridiculous and he presented me in turn with several ermine pelts. I asked Augrim if anyone traded with these people and he said that he had never heard of anyone doing as such. That’s Graltontown for you, people too stupid to make a good deal when it’s right under their baboon-like noses. I asked Ox-Head if he could arrange for a meeting of some of his fellow headmen that night. I returned to town, sold the pelts, and gathered more Kostelos-bait, keeping half the profit for myself of course. Neither Augrim nor my cart-pusher seemed excited to return to the woods but I was able to talk and bribe them into it.
I met with a large groups of Kostelos, was introduced to several more leaders with names like Crooked Leg and Barkbritches and nonsense like that. I smoked something with some old chief of theirs, who looked like an unwrapped mummy, that about knocked me on my ass. The trade goods I distributed went over well, the kegs of spirits I brought went over even better. I made a deal with a couple Kostelos maidens to keep the cartman entertained in return for some chintzy hair-combs. Even Augrim loosen up and was dancing around a raging fire singing the Kostelos unsophisticated songs.
Late in the evening as I lay on a fox-pelt looking at the stars Ox-Head approached and asked me if there was anything I wanted. I told him I needed to find a worg.
Funds: 45 platinum, 29 gold
Inventory: Peasant outfit (with hidden pockets) , Signet Ring , Stiletto , Map case, quill pen, red riding cloak, candlerod (3) , poison ring, awful pendant, disguise kit (6 uses) , Fashionable Accessories, hollow heeled boot, poison locket , courtier’s outfit, different fashionable accessories , Ring of Many Garments, money belt, broken crossbow, playing cards, hooded lantern, amethyst ring, Collar of Grooming
Revenge List: Duke Eaglevane, Piltis Swine, Rince Electrum, watchman Gridley,
White-Muzzle the worg, Percy Ringle the butler , Alice Kinsey , “Patch”, Meddlesome adventurers, Cardshire Arms manager, priest of Strider, owner of the Sage Mirror
Anti-Revenge List: Dorehe the maid
Rumors : Murderous servants (Reoccurring) , exiled noblewoman (Reoccurring)