When we last left our dim-adventurers; Eckhardt was busy having his thumb removed, Borri was having a good ould swim in his own vomit, Durgin was having harsh words with a box named fred, Tafwick was spewing his guts over the side of the Strumpet barge after a disagreement with some rotgut, and Kall along with Ulrico were perhaps the only ones doing anything remotely useful.
If you can call plotting to break into someones house useful, well then yeah.
Kall and Ulrico make their way back when a middle-aged woman approaches them dressed in peasant garbs and generally looking worse for wear.
“Ex..excuse me, but… would, would you be, would you be friends of Eckhardt?”
Ulrico cautiously answers yes...Read More