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.