"HORSE MATING," she clarifies, before reconsidering. "BOOK IS VERY SHORT AND MOSTLY ABOUT MATING." Urk finished the page she was reading before closing it. No chance you can just give me the highlights?" "Athtar's gonna quiz us on Sonia's journal for sure. "If you say so." He watches Urk a few moments longer before letting out a faintly frustrated sigh. Minar looks over at his haggered companion, still singed in places from her own heart-stopping lightning. "GOOD NIGHT SLEEP AND MAYBE VICTORY FEAST WILL BE ENOUGH FOR URK." "URK STILL HAVE POTIONS," she replies, tucking her nose back in the book. "Mariam's probably got some more healing potions." Urk looked up from the journal to where Minar leaned against a building, the two of them lounging on the village green under some convenient shade. He considers the coin for a moment, then flips it again. The coin reaches the apex of its flight, begins to fall back, and is caught by Minar, who looks at the results. There's a faint click as a gold coin piece goes spinning up into the air. Two progress in heroism, one progress in combat training, and one progress in physical trainingĪ) Read Sonia's diary on the village greenī) Go to the Chatty Archer and show Theodore the wooden trinketĬ) Check up on Braxton and Mariam's progress at the Apothecary store "I'd very much like to sit around and toast your victory, but apparently I have a lot of work to do getting that mine up and running again." She grins and stomp-drags away. "We had a bargain, and I'm a woman of my word." She snatches up her crutch and stands. She unlocks it and removes a heavy felt bag that clinks and clanks as she presses it into Deepmind's hands. I had a feeling I could count on you." She gestures to her apprentice, who places an iron strongbox on the table beside her. "Is that a name I should know?" She shakes her head, fingering the silver chain around her neck. From the sounds of it, Splig was already planning to relocate for better pickings elsewhere, so this should be the end of your problems with him." "They are a mob of absolute cravens, once the mine is reoccupied the risk of them attempting to retake it is small. "The majority of the goblins simply fled into the countryside on the defeat of their leader," Athtar explains. "URK DEFEATED GOBLIN KING SPLIT IN SINGLE COMBAT." That she had deliberately left one knife dirty just for the visual of her cleaning it in front of their employer was politely not commented on. "Job's done," announces Deepmind, polishing a bit of goblin blood from one of her throwing knives for effect.
"You're back," says Fiore, setting aside a sheaf of yellowing papers. Fiore's harried apprentice, Bryll, meets them on the road and leads them straight back to his mistress. The party walks with a spring in their step as they descend from the hills and pass the mill on their way back into Dragonholt.
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