June 29th, 1650

Continued from At Home, Dividing Treasure

The DM: It is a cool day, with a fresh southeast breeze and a steady rain falling from a grey sky.

Lexent: "Well Vafrandir, Should we spend time looking into the other disappearances, or hurry straight back to the hole?"

Vafrandir: I don't mine popping over to Kristensen's. I suspect it was a crime of opportunity, but it won't hurt to let him know. Also, if we have opportunity to restore anything to these people for what they've lost, I think we should take it.

Lexent: "I agree. We should be able to compensate their losses out of what we find in that horrid pit, assuming we survive it. Though, I didn't want to make any promises before we can resolve the situation."

Lexent: I head toward Kristensen's property.

Vafrandir: I'll accompany. "True, we don't know what will be usable or useful to them. Or indeed if we'll even survive...that last fight was close."

The DM: I’m afraid it is just a crime of opportunity. The calf was with its mother when they took it. Kristensen will say it’s a pity, as his milk cow is five years old and he was going to butcher it next spring, when the calf began to give milk. Now he guesses he’ll be without a milk cow for at least a year, if he can convince the 5 yr. old to bear another calf. He wears your ears off with farmer talk.

Lexent: When it is polite to do so, we thank him and take our leave. How much of the day do we have remaining, and has the weather improved? Weather's about the same.

The DM: It's noon.

Lexent: How long do we estimate that it will take to return to the goblin encampment, and how far distant is it from the ship?