[OOC:
Lucas wrote:"Also... see if one of the gunslingers wants to try and collect another night's rent from everyone else staying here. Might as well try and turn a profit out of this nightmare."
Hmf. Don't you think that with all the stuff going on last night, everything larger, or at least smarter, than a cockroach would have got out while the getting was good?... /OOC:]
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Grope paused in his communion with the Many-Fathers-God-Wisdom-Robe and asked himself the very sensible question,
now what?
He was standing at the edge of the coastal forest, looking at the coastal highway that ran north from Port Lorrel to Growf alone knew where. It clearly wasn't a terribly busy road, but he'd still seen enough Small Ones on it to know that he'd be better off avoiding it. Going straight inland didn't look attractive; the flatlands were cultivated, and there weren't many places to hide a nine-foot-tall biped from curious (horrified?) eyes. South was Lorrel, definitely not an option. So: north, sticking to the forest.
Fortunately, he didn't have to go far before the countryside roughened. A ridge line was coming down from the central mountains, rendering the land too difficult to farm, and better yet, providing forest for him to follow inland. Trolls are creatures of the woods and mountains, and this terrain looked like a veritable sidewalk to him, if not a highway. To the northeast he could see the mountains themselves in the misty distance. Just one thing remained to be done: get across the road at a cut through the ridge without being seen. He stopped, looked, listened, just as he had told his children lo those many years ago, and went for it...
All was well. He vanished back into the woods and resumed loping toward the Mountains of Madness.
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Must be a bit of PMS, Elke told herself; it was about time for it. Ten minutes ago she'd been going through mental gymnastics trying to figure out how to get that party at the World Traveler out of town;
five minutes ago she'd been vowing to kill them all, except of course for Jamie and Marcus. It was time to take a detached, professional view of what was going on.
Her orders were clear: evaluate Jamie and Marcus, and above all, keep them alive. Well, she thought, that settled it: there was going to be no way to do that except by keeping them in the company of Sarge's killers, whether she liked it or not. Time to swallow her personal enmity and do what had to be done. She summoned Titus and sent him on his way to the World Traveler with the "manuscript" he'd created about the Lost Veracian Mine. That should get them moving ... and vengeance could come later.