Forbidden Lands - Session Two

From the Journal of Verik

Our timeline of events was to see the Dwarf, Yawim, at night leaving a majority of the day to get to know the town a little better. Kjel thought it best to learn from the Bowyer, Vike while the Raven Sister wanted us to collect a deadly mushroom to help a man in his elder years go through a ritual called the passing. It sounded archaic, but we were told that it was steeped in the ancestry of the town and we could witness the ritual tomorrow evening. The Hollows backed up to a mountain side with rocks and ruins further above the town which is where we found the shrooms. These ruins begged to be explored but we’ll get to that at a later time.
We had all met up again by the time we had set aside to see the “Dwarf”. The brewery was packed with drunkards bellyaching about how the town was being run with some serious shade being thrown at the Rust Brother sitting in the corner. I tried to whip the crowd into a fervor of violence but my tongue and wit were tied up in the moment I had long been awaiting. I had dreamed of this confrontation whittling away at him with jabs of sarcasm and wit whilst my sword would parry, thrust and cut till he was on his knees begging for mercy. Mercy that he would never be entitled to. The Rust Brother had had enough and left and as I think our intentions were pretty clear. We followed him out, Kjel and Belinda knocking arrows as I bound down to him. He turned to face me, he had a good six inches on me. I thrust my poisoned blade into his torso only to see it graze off his armor, Shit! Two arrows whizzed past me and sunk into him. He was on his back clutching at the arrows protruding from his chest when I heard Belinda step up, dagger drawn hoping to end his life then and there. I’m not sure what transpired between the two but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. As she rose and turned away my sword came down to sever his head as the door opened to the brewery. The patrons ran for their lives. The Dwarf wasn’t too grateful either. We relieved the recently deceased of his belongings and drug him to the river. We were stopped by Mrs. Pollmor and the town guard who wanted to hold us accountable for our actions against her protector of this town. We reminded the guards that we dispatched a family of minotaurs and that town guard really wouldn’t prove too difficult. After disposing of the body we took up residence in the Brother's meager domicile.
After cleaning up the rust on the brother's equipment we sold what we didn’t need to the smith and went to see Mrs. Pollmor. Glass windows adorned her gated home as we were “welcomed” in. I think we want to perhaps use the Hollows as a base of operations and she will either help or hinder us in the process. Her differences with the Dwarf amounts to he wants to expand the town for profits and she in her old age is content with how things are. The Dwarf is refusing to pay taxes while other shops pay a percentage based upon their revenue. Looks as if we’re going to need to pick the lesser of two evils.