Well, last night's game was awesome, despite that it was sans Elmer.
Truel awoke above
Schiff's potion shop. He found that Schiff had left him in charge of standing in line that day and taking care of the census. This wasn't too appetizing, so he spent the morning wandering outside the city and among the outskirts.
Nora and
Myaarg had settled in the previous night at an inn located at the very edge of the city; the area was almost entirely a ghost town. Nora woke with the dawn, and almost got herself killed when a bandit tried to take her life in one abandoned dwelling. Nora made short work of him. Eventually, Myaarg woke up and they traveled into the city together.
Malcolm came into the city via the West Road, and wasted no time in making it into the very heart of Castleton.
Getting to the census was interesting, as you had to deal with overcrowding, obnoxious elven archers, absurd paperwork, or in Truel's case, unwanted fellow druids. Malcolm decided to try his hand at stealing a potion, but unwittingly chose a well-guarded piece of merchandise as his target. After being coated in a purple dust, he fled to the
Suckling Piglet Pub.
Similarly, Truel ended up following the female fighting duo into the same pub. Myaarg and Nora found themselves attracting the unwanted attentions of
Sir Gladomain, a vain elven archer in gleaming armor, and Truel found himself face to face with a purple-faced Malcolm, instantly recognizing Schiff's methods of preventing shoplifting, as well as noticing his former druid clan walk in and order drinks.
Currently, Myaarg is very close to an altercation with Gladomain's guards, while Nora is attempting to distract Gladomain himself on the balcony of the tavern. Truel is trying to intervene with Myaarg's brawl. Malcolm is sitting at the bar, enjoying the view immensely.
