Our journey north up the Trade Way to Bowshot was uneventful. From there, we headed east into the Misty Forest. Unsurprisingly, the forest was quite misty. Surprisingly, we wandered into Altand without greeting or confrontation from the wild elven village residents. They were seemingly too busy with their recovery efforts to even notice our presence. Praise Beshaba and the mesmerizing power of great misfortune!
Brick caught the attention of a wounded elven warrior, who called himself Elion Minaboros. He told Brick that a Green dragon, with cultist followers, had attacked the village. Elion said the attackers left to the southeast, and claimed that the dragon had a rider, possibly an elf. Elion directed us to the residence of Galin Warden, now the leader of the village.
We ascended into the trees, to the elevated second level of the village, where the acrid tang of chlorine from the green dragon’s breath still hung in the air. Galin greeted our party, while his pet raven squawked. Misfortune hung thick in the air, so I began to lead Galin in a Beshaban meditation on hardship. We must embrace and celebrate misfortune, for it is through adversity that one’s true character is revealed. Indeed, before long, Galin’s guilt hung heavier in the air than the green dragon’s breath. Finally, when sweet Tolarin innocently asked him, “what did you do?” Galin broke. He confessed that he came face-to-face with the dragon and rider, and agreed to give them information to help them destroy other villages, if they would spare the rest of Altand.
Galin’s actions were clearly guided by Beshaba’s hand, so we will keep his secret from the other villagers, for now, and keep Galin in our debt. Tomorrow, we will follow the trail of the dragon cult attackers, through the forest to the southeast. Beshaba willing, their brazen overconfidence will be their doom, klaatu barada nicto amen.