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?

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?