Turn 36A -- Local Ruffians

"Fear not, Gelderon, I will stay and guard your wagons," says Gnore to the merchant. He then walks over to one of the wagons already loaded, climbs aboard and quickly begins snoring quite loudly.

Garth nods at Talimar's plan. Walking up to the merchant, Garth puts out his hand and says, "Seeing as we've got some time and as we haven't been properly introduced, me name's Garth. Afore I was taken with the priesthood, I was part of a family enterprise meself. Trading minerals and such."

"Ah, very nice," says Gelderon in response to Garth. "If you'll excuse me master Garth, I really must see to it that all these goods are properly unloaded and ready to leave when your friends return."

"Yes, of course," answers Garth, "Just remember, I'm always here to talk about anything. What we've just been through would shake any man's spirit..."

Gelderon looks at Garth for a moment thoughtfully before shaking his head, "Yes, you are correct my friend. I am quite shaken, perhaps we can talk further later?"

"Of course," answers Garth as Gelderon moves on.

The rest of the party members then set about finding ways to pass the time as Gelderon and his men continue to load the goods on to the wagons. Originally wishing to find a temple to pray at while in town, Randor eventually has to settle for discussing religion with the party's newest member, Garth. As Thurmaster has no local temple to Tyr. Ras and Kre spend their time practicing their knife throwing, much to the chagrin of Gelderon as they are practicing on the side of one of his wagons; while Kersath simply pulls his hood up around his face as he rests with his back to one of the wagons, far away from the snoring Gnore.

After about an hour of such boring activity, a group of seven men move over to the wagon caravan and specifically around Ras and Kre as they practice their knife throwing. The men range in size from average to quite large and most are wearing some form of leather armor and carrying longsword or axe on their belts. All of them are quite ugly and rather mean looking. The one who appears to be the leader, a rather large man with a crooked nose who smells like he hasn't had a bath in quite some time, moves over to stand behind Kre.

"Well, wot 'ave we 'ere?" he says with a laugh and a look at his companions, "The Red Feather Adventurin' Compny. Looks more like a group o' faeries if ye ask me." The rest of his companions laugh as they spread out among the wagons.

"I don' think you fellers be understandin' that ye've tried to move in on our territory. You see, we control the valley of Haranshire and we don' take kindly to ye tryin' to take over our area!" The leader's statement is punctuated with a loud crash as one of his men knocks a barrel of flour off a wagon to split open on the road, flour spilling everywhere.

"Here now!" exclaims Gelderon. "These be my goods yer messin' with!"

"Shut up, man!" yells the leader, "We'll deal with ye later. Right now we've got ta be takin' back our business." He then turns his cruel gaze toward Kre and Ras.