Yasmin answers, “Yes, Jon and his troupe arrived here eight days ago, just before the Lord Mayor ordered the roads closed. They, and the foreigner who arrived with them, have been staying at the Crossroads Inn and helping tend the sick. I do not know who among them still lives. So many have died.”Sunny: "Yasmin, is it? Do you know? Was there a band of entertainers that made it here? They should have been here a couple of weeks ago - before your quaranteen began? Are they trapped within? If so - have they ... survived?"
“Bik,” she says, “take the monks and their companions to the Lord Mayor. He can decide how best to utilize their skills. Hald and I will remain here to watch the road.” Bik nods and leads you around the barricade. As you pass Yasmin, you notice Caladar giving her a wry half-smile. She glares back at him.
The road, which is really just a dusty wagon track, leads into the town. Walking east along the road, as you enter the town, you observe large buildings to either side, with smaller buildings, houses, and then shacks scattered behind them. Only a few of the larger buildings are stone, the rest wooden. With the exception of the larger buildings next to the road, they are arranged in a rather haphazard pattern, as if they were constructed without much of a plan for streets in between.
You observe absolutely no one out on the street. Bik is quiet as you walk, except that, at one point, he looks curiously at Lorn and says, “Sir, are you aware there is a bird on your shoulder?”
At the center of town another wagon track branches off north from the east-west way you are on. At the intersection is a large open area that would be a town square, if it were square. To the south of the intersection is a well, surrounded by various low stone buildings. The well is sealed off by a pile of large stones and two guards, with uniforms similar to Bik’s, stand next to it, holding spears.
On the northwest corner of the intersection is a larger stone building with the sign "Crossroads Inn -- Lodging, Food, Drink, and Merriment for All." Parked beside the Inn are three brightly colored wagons. On the northeast is a large wooden manor house, surrounded by a low stone wall. Bik leads you to the manor house. A guard at the door look oddly at Bik, but opens the door and you enter.
The main room of the house is nicely appointed with fine furniture, and, although it is large, you find that it is already a bit crowded. A blonde, middle-aged man in aristocrat’s garb seems to be the center of attention. Around him are five people: a hawk-faced, angry-looking man also in fine clothing and four priests – a half-elf with the symbol of a fat woman around his neck, a large man whose symbol displays a book and carpenter’s hammer, a squinty-eyed woman with a symbol displaying a gold coin at the center of a spider web, and a Viridian. The Viridian has a symbol very similar to what Sunny described the other day – a u-shaped potion bottle, stoppered at both ends. This one isn’t green and glowing, however.
You overhear the group’s conversation before Bik introduces you:
The hawk-faced man says, “… you see, Lord Mayor, I finally have enough men to send back to work, but they can’t get past the dammed goblins! You have to send in the militia!”
The blonde man, obviously the Lord Mayor, answers, “I simply don’t have the manpower, Stefan. It’s all they can do to maintain the quarantine and keep people from rioting. Your goblin problem will have to wait until more of the guards are healthy.”
The half-elf priest interjects, “Mayor Cristof, there is more at stake here than Stefan’s silver. Archil the Druid has discovered that the source of the our water supply lies within the mines.” He gestures to the other priests, “We suspect that the source of this unholy plague rests there as well. We simply must resolve this problem before people start dying of thirst.”
The Mayor answers, “Father Samual, the quarantine was your idea! I don’t have enough guards to maintain it and fight goblins at the same time. You say things are getting better, so once I’ve got enough able-bodied men, we can deal with the source. Until then, we’ll just have to trust the gods send us more storms like the one the other night.”
Bik, at this point, has worked up the nerve to address the Mayor, “Yer lordship, I gots some folk here who says they’s willing to help out …”
The Mayor replies, “Bik, what are you doing! You’re supposed to be keeping people out, or sending them to Durham for aid, not bringing them to my house!”
Bik looks confused and frightened, “But yer lordship … Yasmin said to bring them here, sos that’s what I did …”
The Mayor puts his hand to his forehead, “By the flail of Anhur, that girl always did have a mind of her own!” He turns to look at the group of you, “Well, I am Cristof Sendars, mayor of Duvik’s Pass. I guess you are stuck here now with the rest of us. What are your names and how do you propose to help? Did you bring buckets of water?”
DM Note: I will be out of town tomorrow until Monday the 17th, so the NPC won’t be able to answer your questions until then. However, the Viridian priest, played by Klakxor, may be able to fill you in on some details. Of course, there’s the matter of how much you trust him … what with that holy symbol he’s wearing