It was a trap all right. Guessed as much, but not in time…still, we didn’t get surprised by the cutters and gave as good as we got, in spite of illusions flying and diabolical mind control and all that stuff. A tough old fight, but we finally got the better of them and got the innocent (and hoodwinked) flatfoots on our side to finish off the baddies. Good riddance to those shadowy dudes!
Much thanks from townsfolk afterwards and even a reward from the town big guy, that Veridis guy. Guess he wasn’t that bad after all. Added to the jink from the innkeep not so bad after all.
Then, a trip back home follows which is mercifully uneventful.
Time slips by…I do a few jobs here and there and enjoy some of the good life for a while.
A few months later, this odd looking berk with an eyepatch contacts Lofgren Arrenson and asks him to assemble the group again to see what the chant is with this old church in the Lower Ward. Seems some factions are fighting over it (The Signers and the Athar it appears) and we have to discover what the dark of it all is…hmm…could call for subtlety this one. Best not let Lef go first this time!