Back at the local Greenest Keep, the party met up with two messengers looking for the recently rescued monk, Leosin. They delivered reports of the cult heading north towards Baldur's Gate by way of two different roads. The loot collected from the region had been split into two separate wagon trains disguised as traders, one of which was led by the local cult head honcho, a half-black dragon called Rezmir. Also, one of the messenger's guards was an elven fighter conveniently willing to hook up with the party (read: my new character).
Before picking one of the two trains to pursue, the party opted to descend to the Keep's dungeon for a quick interrogation of the captured cleric, Frulam. Their first question was a collective, "Wait, you're a woman?" Bear in mind, that the party had encountered Frulam multiple times, and our DM had consistently described and referred to Frulam as a crusty old dude - with matching crusty old dude miniature. This week our DM brought along the official WotC DM's screen for the campaign which includes helpful pictures of the major NPCs. Turns out that crusty old spittle flecked crackpot is actually a hot young chick, possibly of some sort of elven descent.
|More like, Whore of the Dragon Queen, amirite?|
Setting out cross-country to intercept and way-lay the inland wagon train, our heroes stopped for the night at a crowded caravanserai at a river crossing. Two other groups of travelers had already claimed the best sleeping patches, so the party elected to set up in the lower right of the lavishly prepared battleground...er, non at all suspicious campsite.
To no one's surprise Aioli was actually a hired hit man whose squad ambushed the party in dead of night. Aioli had flavored the evening's meal with his special poisoned Aioli Sauce, but no one succumbed, and battle was joined. Turns out the second group on the right was also hired hit men, and they joined battle as well.
The wagons had to be left behind, but not before a thorough looting, and the finding of more intelligence:
|We're going to need a folder to start tracking the paperwork.|
|Also, my character was too dumb to help|
with the interrogation of Frulam Mondath