Diversity Hires, part 5: A Night at the Inn

After a brief delay while Kazgar had some holsters made for his new pistols and attempted to convince someone to give him some powder and shot, we set out again. Our party had now expanded to include Gretchen, a remarkably sturdy peasant, whose job was to carry our stuff.

We followed the trail of poo and corpses left behind by the crusade, and it was late afternoon when we arrived at the inn. Unfortunately, there was nothing in the inn, not even beer, thanks to the passing crusade taking everything and everyone with it.

After a thorough search of the building we did discover a seriously injured wood elf who had never seen dwarves before and was somewhat disconcerted by our presence.

We planned a quiet evening in with some beer, but not long afterwards we were joined by another group of travelers, including a priest of Sigmar ranting about how the crusaders were all heretics, his scribe, and a couple of hammer wielding warriors.

Gildiril made conversation with the priest, while the rest of the group went out hunting. After a long, difficult and generally incompetent fight we eventually returned with a deer, carefully dressed to conceal just how much effort killing it had taken. Frida took it into the kitchen, and much to everyone's surprise emerged some time later with a pie, which was declared about as good as it was possible for a meal to be.

Frida was given the option of skipping watch that night, given that between hunting, cooking, looking after the injured elf and making sure everyone's hair was looking fly, she'd been quite busy. But she wanted to take her turn anyway, and it was while she was on watch that a band of mutants showed up, trying to get into the inn.

Frida woke up the rest of the party, and it was strongly suggested to the mutants that if they didn't want a fight that they should leave now and come back in the morning when we'd all left. They were unconvinced, however, and hostilities opened.

Not long after that, however, hostilities were temporarily ceased when a group of beast men showed up outside. The doors were closed, and we teamed up with the mutants to fend them off. Gildiril showed off that he'd actually managed to learn some spells by illuminating things and throwing magic darts. Mormacar was as brilliant and flamboyant as usual. Kazgar and Burlok overcame their natural dwarven reluctance to use ranged weapons. And Frida ineffectually threw rocks around before giving up on this combat business and going to heal some of the injured mutants in case they needed them again later.