Back on Track

[draconas]

Sammuel shook his head at Tromble, "Pull yourself together"

turning his attention back to the letter, "This is too convenient. A diplomatic cart obviously from Northern Solace, attacked by what was obviously Cromwell soldiers , all that remains is a diplomatic letter for Southern Solace. No bodies, blood or other signs of combat..."

directing his next comment particulally at the overreacting halfling, "Someone is trying to set something up, and they are being more ham fisted than an ogre about it. I saw we open the letter, carefully, and then unless the letters contents suggest a better course of action we take it to the nearest authority."

[Jayel]

"I found the letter under one of the cushions of the seats. So, maybe someone was trying to hide it from the attackers."

[Super Rats]

After thinking about what Hannah said for a moment, Oskar sighs and sits up. "It's fishy and all, but when you get down to it, this letter is none of our business. Trap or no, ill or innocent.

Does delivering this letter interfere with our current obligation? If yes, I'd leave it for someone else to find and deliver as we've already set on something we need to be doing. If no, then we can drop it off to where it needs to be and go on our merry way. It's really none of our business...yet."

[Jayel]

"The letter is addressed to the Prime Minister of Southern Solice, I believe he is located in Charone. Why not deliver it ourselves?"

[Super Rats]

"Well, if it's on the way, let's hit the road with this thing. We can tell him the circumstance, and if he'll hear it, our opinion," says Oskar, getting up to continue on to Charone. "If we've given everything a good look, we should probably get going."

[Flinx]

"So, we will deliver it then? Ok, then lets do it.

[guysorrow]

Tromble's mood brightens "Maybe there will be a reward! Lets get going as qucick as we can." He says gleefully.