D&D - 7

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After prying Harcrit away from his latest admirer, we found a shop to purchase some ink and parchment so I could make copies of the symbols on our map. We asked an obliging merchant if she recognized the symbol with the sickle and crown. I'm not sure if I have an accent from Amn or if the uneducated masses of the Sword Coast just lack general comprehension but she stared at me like an idiot before pronouncing, "The Sickle and Crown's on the other side of town. Nasty place, wouldn't recommend it."

Along with some inane chatter, she also told us of some run-down formerly-well-to-do hiring out for bodyguards. I wasn't particularly interested, and the rest of the group seemed pretty intent on finding the map's next clue, so we made our way in the general direction the merchant had indicated. After stumbling around for a while, we found ourselves in a part of Six Ways that was well past its prime. Not seeing any inns nearby, we decided to stop and ask for directions. A singularly hale old woman directed us more to the west and we eventually ran across a cheerful young lad who looked like he might guide us to The Sickle and Crown. I indicated to Harcrit that after his success winning over Garth, perhaps he should take the lead in this exchange and he had the gall to look insulted. I'm considering making off with his helmet some time to examine it for latent enchantments that might cause a reduction in reasoning capabilities. Continue reading "Tana Keln"