Free Drinks for Everyone

A group of around twenty have gathered around you now, smiling, looking relieved, and whispering amongst themselves. A somber Shoanti man who owns the White Deer comes out with a long length of rope that he passes to Guillaume, offering his assistance to the eladrin priest to tie up the shivering, whimpering goblin survivor. As he finishes the work, and there is no resistance from the goblin who is now talking pitifully to himself " Al tuun draal, draarthaar dac draal, draal an a drokaal druuc “(Am so dead, deader than dead, dead as a dunked dog) over and over to himself. The Shoanti man introduces himself as Garridan Viskalai, owner of the White Deer, and brother of the sheriff (although you catch a note in his voice that suggests that this is not something he is particularly proud of).

He brusquely orders all of his regulars back inside. "Free ale, you miserable cruds!" he half yells at them, "And for the love of Avandra don't go thanking me, you have these heroes to thank for my stupid generosity!" While he grumbles, you can tell his mood is light. As the crowd moves back inside he addresses you all. "I will have one of my kids take you to see Belor, the Sheriff. You are welcome back at the White Deer anytime. We serve the best Shoanti ales!" He proclaims this last point with serious fervor, as if it is something that cannot be misunderstood.

Some of the townfolk have offered to bring both Volioker and Lloyd to the cathedral for tending. The nobleman is smiling broadly, enjoying being a part of all of this excitement. Aldern Foxglove is his name, a handsome young nobleman from Magnimar, who appears to be well spoken, charming, and quite chatty. As you are all preparing to head off with the goblin, to follow one of Garridan's brood (a spotty lad of about thirteen) to the sheriff, Aldern pleads with you to let him repay you.

"A hunt, perhaps? I am here in Sandpoint for the week for the love of the hunt, and I was planning on heading out in pursuit of some wild boar. I would be honoured if you would join me on the hunt. My retainers will arrange horses, and the ride is short - just a hop to nearby Tickwood. No goblins there, I swear!" he laughs. "I am at the Rusty Dragon, please come by the morning after next. I will depart before ten!".

And with that the five of you are off through town (unless some of you plan to do something else in the meantime), leaving behind a pile of corpses, and the rank stench of the goblin dog.