Day 3
I take my pen up
again today to recount the events which transpired. We discovered some
disturbing information about the night raid by the goblins which I will
explain.
The day began
normally enough. Over breakfast Eyotah received word that the armor she’d
ordered would be ready the next day. The halfling, Stormy, set off to the
cathedral to have a few flasks of water blessed. She appears to be proficient
in the holy arts herself, but I suspected, at the time, that she wanted to
visit the healer.
She left the three
of us sitting at the table eating leftovers from the feast the night previous. I
couldn’t quite remember but I thought I’d heard something about a grave robbing
at the cathedral.
Abruptly I shoved
myself upright. “There’s no point in setting off on our job until tomorrow when
you get your armor.”
“What about it?”
Eyotah yawned, bored.
“I thought I heard
something about a grave robbing so I’m going to poke around for curiosity’s
sake.
Now both of them
looked more awake.
“Count me in,” said
Breuvial.
“Me too.” Eyotah
rubbed her forehead. “Maybe it’ll take my mind off this hangover.”
I ducked my head so
she wouldn’t see my smirk. It’s little wonder
her head hurt after all she drank. I stretched leisurely as they persuaded
their bodies to stand up. Then I set off in the direction I thought the
halfling had gone.
“I suppose one of us
knows the way to the cathedral?” I mumbled.
The spire of the cathedral
guided us like a beacon so we made good time. The priest was escorting Stormy
outside as we arrived.
“Father Tobyn’s
tomb. That’s the one.”
“The earth is still
turned up?” Stormy asked.
“Aye. We haven’t had
the time to restore it yet.” The priest looked worried.
“Rest assured. I’ll
let you know if I find anything new.”
“Thank you.” He
bowed slightly and hurried back inside.
“How’s the healer,
Hannah?” Eyotah asked.
Stormy registered
our presence. “She’s doing badly. Father Zantus is unable to heal her at the
moment.”
Breuvial clucked her
tongue sympathetically. I changed the topic.
“I take it you’re
interested in the grave robbing too?”
She whipped around
to face me. “How…?”
“I heard some rumors
back at the tavern. I’m not deaf either. You were just talking about a grave
with that priest.” Nonchalantly I dug a finger in my ear.
She relaxed. “The
previous father’s, Tobyn’s, tomb has been disturbed.”
“Then let’s go
investigate and see if we can’t shed light on the situation.”
Eyotah grunted her
approval and Stormy led the way.
“The night guard
only saw shapes of people in the graveyard. One tall and several short. They
carried Father Tobyn’s body away. For what purpose no one knows. Here we are.”
She stopped in front of a fresh pile of dirt.
Eyotah bent down to
examine the prints on the ground. “I see six goblin prints and one human size
boot print. Beylor?” The bear sniffed the ground. He growled in Sylvan that he
smelled three drunken goblins and a familiar human scent.
We all looked at
each other at that. So the human was
familiar. That boded ill to me.
Stormy lent her nose
to the effort. “The human smells similar to our tavern host, Amico, and someone
from the glassworks. Maybe a relative?”
“We should go back
to The Rusty Dragon and confirm that it isn’t Amico’s scent.” Eyotah pushed
herself up and started walking.
I nodded my
agreement and followed. The others came as well, though Stormy’s face was blank
of any emotion.
