Phora, Mags and I were dead asleep until the innkeeper came to kick us out. He had seemed a nice enough fellow before but I suppose all the recent turmoil in town had everyone on edge. The three of us were discussing our plans over a cheap terrible breakfast when the mayor’s men came for me. Our conversation in the mayor’s office – she had been hiding out in the mortuary and now felt emboldened to return to her rightful place – was brief. She sort of thanked me for my help while also expressing she would be most pleased if I was to leave immediately and never return. I asked about a little something – you know, for the effort – and he pleaded poverty due to the recent troubles. Typical. She did send me to Stella Contos with a letter instructing her to give me the pick of one of her items.
There wasn’t much to choose from, but I went with Marvelous Pigments, I can’t paint with a damn but I’m sure I’ll find someone who can. After that I spent some time singing for coin – right back to square one. I did surprisingly well, I thought people might be somewhat depressed and therefore tightfisted due to recent events. I met back up with Mags, who had rented out of her cooking skills for a few silver, and Phora who had accomplished nothing. Turns out merchants don’t have any useful skills. I was trying to assess their willingness and ability to participate in a little grifting – it’s easier with partners – when Phora suggested we speak to Quinine.
After a cheap awful dinner it was determined that the four of us would make our way on foot back to Graltontown. To say I was apprehensive about this plan would be a massive understatement but the king’s road is supposed to be relatively safe. Quinine seemed confident she could guide us and keep us safe without too much trouble – she’s a short woman but seemed fit and said that in addition to being a groom she would sometimes act as a guide to the hunters.
We pooled our meager funds to by rations and a few items for a campsite but in the end it was Quinine who paid the bulk of the bill – although to be fair she hadn’t been captured by savages. As we were leaving the town square I saw a young cur trying to dip into Phora’s pocket – he should have known by the poor quality of her clothes she wasn’t worth the trouble. That’s just poor pickpocketing. I was so angry, not about that but about everything, that I reacted by tackling the sap. Or trying to anyway, even with a week of hard living I wasn’t exactly cut out to grapple with street punks. Quinine jumped into the fray instantly, and eventually Mags did as well – Phora just stared in shock.
The townsfolk thought it was quite a sight, three women wrestling with a teenage boy in the town square. No one did anything to help us though, I guess the guard was still busy restoring the mayor’s authority. He tried to pull a blade on us as we struggled and in response Mags knocked him cold with a bag of cookware. We stripped him of everything – even his clothes – and left him lying in the dirt. Serves him right. If there’s one thing I hate it’s a thief.
I took his tools and we sold most of the rest of his gear – even so we bedded down in the common room of the tavern that night. I would have greatly preferred the Sonst family mausoleum. Tomorrow we begin the journey “home”.
Inventory: Signet ring, Ring of Many Garments, noble’s traveling outfit, Marvelous Pigments, thieves’ tools
Revenge List: Duke Eaglevane, Piltis Swine, Rince Electrum,
White-Muzzle the worg, Percy Ringle the butler , Alice
Kinsey , “ Patch”, Heroes of the Lost Sword, Cardshire Arms manager, Erist
priest of Strider, Riselda owner of the Sage Mirror, Eedraxis, Skin-Taker tribe, Kartak, Królewna
& Bonifacja Trading Company
Anti-Revenge List: Dorehe the maid
Graltontown Rumors : Murderous servants (Reoccurring), exiled noblewoman (Reoccurring), vigilante “Litheria”(30%)
Behind the curtain : I rolled an encounter and got a footpad – level 1 rogue.