Ostler smiles at Thurwin's ovation, Yes, Oglaf is a well-intended boy, but he doesn't obey his mother and if he doesn't watch out, she'll flay his rear so that he cannot sit for months. I think he gets his taste for adventure from her side of the family, as it certainly doesn't come from mine.
So, you are all here to "rid this town of evil," eh? I've met more than a few who have come to meet that call. I've heard that some sort of call was put out, which is certainly good for business, but I'm unsure exactly why. I mean, you'd think they'd tell old Ostler more but no. By Cuthbert's Cudgel, I head up the militia here, so you'd think...
Well, Hommlet is a nice place, growing actually, and the troubles with the Temple were quite a bit back some time. I know that there is a meeting at the new Village Hall tomorrow night, so perhaps you could go there and ask. I have heard that there's been trouble at the old boathouse between here and Nulb. Speaking of which, you don't want to go to Nulb. Lots of unsavory types there. Hommlet is much nicer.
Anyway, I'd say continue your inquiries at the Village Hall or perhaps the Church. Calmert there is likely to be helpful. The new Canon, Terjon, isn't such a friendly fellow but maybe that's because he is still new 'round here. If I could get him to dine here instead of in the rectory, I swear his demeanor would change for the better.
So a round for the lot of you, on the house. We have some private rooms for a pair of gold dragons per night, and a dormer for a mere silver. We keep the beds clean and you won't find a louse or flea in the Welcome Wench, let me tell you. You're welcome to stay so long as you don't cause trouble and have the gold to spend, he concludes with a smile.
As he leaves, he hears Thurwin's question about his brother. He stops, looks up and taps his bearded chin as he thinks. Yes, yes, I think I saw the lad you mention. A righteous fellow if I ever met one. I'm not sure what happened with him. He chatted with a number of folk around here but not much with me. I know Calmert over at the church loved him: spent a sermon telling us how we should all emulate him. Like the whole town should drop their work and follow that call, ain't gonna happen. Good luck finding him.
He leaves and soon a serving wench comes by with a second round of ale loaves of hot rye bread and tubs of salted butter and honey, and is followed closely by a second bearing the requested meals. They are smily and friendly and flirt with their eyes at all of you, although it's pretty obvious that they do so with every customer. Their cleavage is deep and their hair silken, and they are the prettiest girls you've seen since you left on this crazy adventure by far. Even prettier than that pig-farmer's daughter, and she was a looker despite her missing teeth.
Actions?
Hit points and marching order
Grimulf 11/11
--Rilo 9/9
Effric 8/8
--Calthas 8/8
Tavin 5/5
Cayden 6/6
--Thurwin 5/5