A compilation of notes regarding the exploits of these fine folk
Certainly we all know a kind and gentle Finefolk. Good hearted and brave, short in stature but ready to stand up to oppression, and trusting in their community. You have to earn that trust and know their robust eating schedule to win their friendship. I set about this project to learn more about their disappearance. Some of my colleagues will jest that this effort was only to restock my supply of Thorngage Ale. I assure you their disappearance has a dark mystery attached to it, even if I was not able to confirm all the details.
The delivery team consisted of Constance, Milo, and Franklin. They often checked a time piece. However the servers at Logan's Ville could count on the halflings taking time for breakfast. They wore a similar style of clothing, including vests and overcoats. On hot days in the summer they would still arrive in long pants and layers.
The wagon saw several years of use but they kept it in the most pristine condition. The wheels were likely buffed out so there were no noticeable dings. Dust and dirt were promptly removed from the undercarriage and sides. The wagon and driver would return the way they came. Several taverns reported thinking they were the last stop on the drivers route. Carts would have had to leave the North one week and arrive at the various locations the next. They never reported having trouble with bandits or getting stuck on the road.
The ale from Thorngage had a pleasant taste and made your insides warm. It sold quickly and earned many fans. In the south wineries welcome guests and visitors to gather patrons and promote sales. The only way to get an order of Thorngage Ale was to catch one of the halflings at a current delivery location. No one I talked with had visited Thorngage Manor to see the winery in person. The reclusive halflings valued their privacy, perhaps more than the coin made from the Ale.
At the Honorable Pheasant tavern they had misplaced a barrel in the storage room. They brought it out 3 years later and the taste was the same! Rumors spread fast and demand was insatiable along the coast from the Coral Gate down to the Walled Cities just past the Elinair swamps. It has been at least 10 years since deliveries stopped. Rumors still abound with tavern regulars of the amazing ability of the Ale to hold its flavor after such a long time.
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It may be likely the Halflings also had access to an old dwarven forge and could enhance nonmagical armor with Dwarvish runes. It was an old art that has not been practiced by the Dwarves for decades if not a century. The industrious and ingenious Halflings kept producing a steady stream of work. Many of the noble houses in cities to the south have a piece of armor they claim was from Thorngage Manor. There are no defining marks and no way of documenting a trail of ownership but the presence of so many pieces with the runes helps support the rumors.
I found scant records regarding the location of Thorngage Manor but on a whim made a trip to the Etonia Fish and Biscuit Rally. I discovered that the locals there believe Thorngage Manor was located in the forest to the East of the city. I stayed a night at the Red Lion Inn, about a day's journey East of Etonia, along the Long Road South. The Innkeeper there confirmed the stories and even suggested a region of the forest to start looking. Perhaps on another trip North I will recruit a team to travel with me and investigate Thorngage Manor.
Those halflings sure seem to have quite the amount of good trade goods. I can understand why they would try to find them again. Nice mystery that nobody really knows where their base of operations is.
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