We finally made it to Pella, and head over to the Old Scoundrel. It's real fancy in here, with its floatin' candles and such. It's busy too, real busy for a little place like this - AND THE CANDLES TAKE ORDERS?! How in the Hells are these beds only three silvers?
I guess there's some nutty band o' adventurers heading out to the Godscar - rumors, anyway, but the locals seems to belive a bit of it. - Woah, these candles are really somethin'.
There''s a table o' right friendly folk at one o' these tables, sharin' the ale! They mention some Dire Coeurls have been taken over to Gro'Kata, maybe the only cats in the world uglier than Malachi's, so they say.
Alright, maybe they're TOO friendly...
Mornin', and there's already breakfast cookin'! Boy, it makes me miss Ebonstead every time I get a hot meal. The Sherriff shows up, and asks about hiring for some militia work - Captain Aaron, he is. He's lost some of his men in the woods up north, and needs someone to go fetch 'em to retun home. They're a patrol out to the mines up north. It sounds like we're takin' a detour to make sure these guys get home safe.
We head off into Westarbor, and the first day of travel in is nice and quiet. Day 2, we manage to get all they way into the afternoon, when suddenly, a couple o' the party run off into the woods!
THAT...is a BIG WOLF.