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Dungeons & Dragons; Episode II: Blackfangs in Combe

The pain in Rufus' head subsides slightly, but as soon as he removes the rag, the pounding begins again.

Beep and his companions exit the bar, to find a bright and sunny day awaiting them. Down the road aways they spy the Gnomes, along with two pack mules, a pony with a Halfling clad in green upon it, a cart, and a Dwarf with a stick. The cart and mules are loaded with goods, and as you approach, the Gnomes wave to you. "The caravan is all set to be off, sirs." says one of them.
 
The Halfling grins down at you. "It's walkin' ye'll be, my fine fellows, lesn' ye all wants ter join me on this here pony."
 
"Now just one minute. These carts is laden' wit' goods like, and I'm on the pony seein' as I'm only about as much weight as she can be takin', what wit' all the baggage she's caryin'. They told me you was adventurers. Well, show me ya can adventure, and walk."
 
The Gnomes look at Andrew funny. "We've only been standing around for a couple of seconds. We were waiting for you to give the order." They cry, "Onward!" and the caravan begins to move down the road. At the gate to the town, you see the ruffians and their leader by the gate, tending to their horses. The chief is polishing his greatsword. "You may have stolen my gold, you bunch of flashy bumpkins, but I'll beat you next time!"
 
*Says to group*
We probably won't be seeing the last of him...
Well.. I would just like to suggest to you guys this:
Instead of payment.. we ask for less payment in goods
or money.. but actually get one of their carts or caravans?
 
The morning is fine, and the birds are chirping. You continue on until Combe is out of sight, then on for another 45 minutes. Then the Halfling points to the crest of a hill.
 
You see, upon the hill, a black shape, atop another black shape. But Kordian, with his Half-Elven eyes, can make out the shape. He sees a Goblin, spear in hand, astride a great gray wolf. "Dere's trouble, if I ain't sorely mistaken," says the Halfling. The Dwarf takes up his staff.
 
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