Whether it was curiosity or greed we had decided to exhume the mother and child’s tomb. Learning from past mistakes we were overly cautious but we were able to find a few golden knickknacks that we could never expect to fence at the Hollows. We decided to take the remains of the family and bury them in the town's graveyard hoping that this would break the wife's curse. Leaving with the remnants of the family the door slammed shut and the vines magically grew back to cover the door. I paid the price with a limp as forcing the door open caused a large chunk of rock to smash my foot! The brazier with the green light was still lit. We buried the remains and had Nirvea inspect our newly acquired weapons and gear. Inquiring more about the curse she thought there was a Druid spring to the south that could be blessed and that would extinguish the green flame.
The next few days were spent recovering from wounds internal and external. Corliss spent some time with the Smith to learn a trade. He and I, to no avail, tried our hands at being lumberjacks but ended up facing down a bear one day and the next getting caught in a freak downpour.
We came to Miss P with an idea of us clearing out the temple, of which she thought would incur the wrath of the undead. We’ll probably do it anyways. She asked for taxes which I paid with the silver rattle I found in the temple. She told us of slavers to the west as we declared an interest to stay as a deterrent, she may have been dropping hints or sending us to our peril. Belinda speaks to her with closed fists. In picking up our weapons from Nirvea she informed us that the woodsman and Kjel, our Wolfkin companion, hadn’t returned yet and that was highly unusual. The woodsman has a hunting lodge not too far away that we will investigate. Belinda during her recovery had befriended Perko and he informed her that he was spying on us for Misses P and that if he didn’t he would be kicked out of town.
A decision had been made to depart the following morning with Perko to the woodsman's hunting lodge. Wisely Perko informed Belinda, whom I think is getting a handle of his hand speak, that Misses P wanted us dead and had a rather nefarious plan for doing so. I need to clarify with Belinda on some basics but I think I’m picking up on Perko's way of communication.
Alachran, the Orc Smith and Baritone
With our horse loaded to bear we headed out onto the plains. I’m not one to believe in the fates or higher beings but our trip ran afoul of hard rain and a swarm of mosquitoes. As evening approached we came across a copse of trees and could hear what seemed to be the clattering of weapons, not necessarily battle and shouting. I crept forward to see a male Orc “rehearsing” a battle with an Elf. A strange site indeed, I quietly made my way back and brought the others forth. The Orc was concerned about Belinda being some sort of Orcish police, of which Belinda remained aloof. We came to find out they were rehearsing a "play" for the Orc’s tribe? I remained on the periphery in case this was an ambush. Belinda offered the Dwarvish hammer to the Orc and who claimed he could fix it and did. We are about to share a camp with the two.
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