(Week Seventeen) Politcal manouvers

We set out at once for Kratas by way of Eidolon.  In Eidolon we took a look at the goods for sale and a avoided the Theran pastries for both political and caloric reasons.  I did however, sell a ruby that I had stashed with m things. 

We headed into Kratas by way of Daiche.  On the way into town, the sun began to set as we came upon a friendly human farmer with a load or turnips.  When a band of Ork Scortchers bore down on us, we girded ourselves for battle, but she, unconcerned, warned us to stay close.  We wondered how she might protect us with nothing but roots but when she held up the vegetables, the Scortchers passed us by.  We later learned that Garlthic One-Eye has few rules but that one is that farmers are not to be molested.

In town, we saw to the stabling of our horses and then prepared to make our way to an inn in the area frequented by the farmers but were accosted by Chrysalis an Obsidiman who would say only that his master must meet with us at once, before we saw Garlthic.  Friti was skeptical but he paid for our time and promised that more would be offered at the meeting.  Since we hadn't planned to see Garlthic before the next morning anyway we finally agreed to accompany him to Koriolus' Cups the finest inn in Kratas.  There we met his master who died before he could tell us anything.  We took our payment and the golden dagger with which he had been stabbed.

As soon as word got out that he was dead, a pushy Windling, who I suspected might be Garlthic in disguise but Jaga thought she was the heir apparent and chief of his enforcers.  She refused to buy me dinner our hire a masseur to help my aching tail.  She took out letter of introduction to Garlthic and we told her the story of how we had arrived at the inn but did not elaborate about our business with Garlthic or show her the knife.  She was followed around by a fopish (is there any other kind) male T'skrang who didn't show much interest in me.


We spent the night in a flop house in the Green Grocer part of town, taking watches.  The next morning we went to see Garlthic at his mansion and were let in.  There he stood with the Windling and T'skrang from last night.  We told him the whole story and I showed him the knife.  The Windling seemed to recognize it and tried to grab it away from me.  I resisted giving up my treasure to any lesser person to Garlthic but she took offense and sliced off my (other) hand.  I fainted from shock and loss of blood.

I awoke the next day in an inn in the stable district where the party had carried me.  Friti had gone to train so I sought the services of Garlan.  After three days (and 3000 silver) my hand was fully restored but I found that I had told nearly everything of our parties business to the friendly questor who had healed me.