Wilem had been acting bored since they arrived in Unster. “Don’t do this.” “Don’t do that.” “Don’t do the other thing.” His two taller companions had drilled into him all the things he shouldn’t do in this city. All these years together and they still treated him like a little kid instead of the professional that he was. It wasn’t his fault things accidentally fell into his possession, it was the curse of the ublilin as his mother always said.
No matter how bored he looked or how long he was keeping up the act his companions were doing an unfortunately amazing job of watching him like a hawk. He was getting quite bored of the whole game as they entered the harbor market. Actually he was getting quite bored with this white and green city! All these gnomes, halflings, and others seemed to be flitting about the city and absolutely no games were afoot. He hadn’t seen a single pick pocket and this was supposed to be some exciting city... What was wrong with these people?
The local constabulary seemed to be running about in almost jokester costumes pretending to be armor while lugging around pretty looking sticks. A few did have spears that were also pretty to look at, but in either case he would be surprised if the sticks didn’t break on first contact with the enemy.
The three of them had made their way through the harbor market down closer to the harbor when he noticed Vance setting down his two massive sacks of gear. Apparently they were finally wherever they were going and it was time for him to get to work.
The almost six foot tall mass of man felt naked without his armor on. He wasn’t sure if the short ublilin thief standing next to him made him feel safer or not. The two massive bags at the paladin’s feet contained his arms and armor, but did nothing to make him worry less. This crazy city seemed to have delusional people running around. He couldn’t grasp how not seeing weapons or armor would make people safer. The town guard patrolled the streets with light armor and large sticks, but the outer alabaster wall supposedly had real gear. At the very least they kept the alligators on the far side of the river away from the residents.
His two shorter companions seemed to be annoying the merchants trying to close up their stalls in the harbor market for the night. Dove, the taller of the shorties and the oldest of the group, had insisted they “camp out” in the harbor market. It was just another annoyance on top of a list of other annoyances with this place, but the illyar’s argument lined up with part of why they were there. She needed a place to play her harp and talk with other travellers.
He rubbed at his neck as his cool blue eyes scanned the crowded harbor market. Merchants were shewing off final customers of the day as they tried packing up their carts and baskets to clean out their stalls. He noted a younger elfin traveller plop his pack on the ground outside a nearby stall, a bored look on his face as he waited for the day’s merchant to clear out. He turned to get Dove’s attention.
Dove slapped the ublilin’s hand and yanked his hair.
“Ouch!” Wilem cried.
“Don’t think about it,” she replied tersely.
“I was going to ask her how much!”
“Likely,” she retorted. Dove noticed Vance trying to get her attention and looked where he was indicating. The indicated was a young elfen male dressed straight out of the Fae military, an odd site outside the Fae Kingdom. She turned back to Wilem, “behave, I need to introduce myself to someone.” She pulled out her harp and started to strum it as she hummed, trying to think of a tune he might recognize. She settled her mind on a tune and set her course toward him. Strumming and singing she went expecting to see a smile of recognition on his face.
His bored expression flashed with realization as she got closer, and soured.
“Stop,” he stated. “I’ve no coin for that tune.”
The strumming of the harp and the soft siren call flowing from her lips ended suddenly. “I haven’t seen the uniform since the last time I was in the Fae Kingdom and I thought you’d appreciate the song.”
“I fulfilled my mandate and now I’m away from there. Hopefully never to return.”
Now she thought she knew what was off about the elfen man. “A half and they treated you like a bastard?”
“Aye, a bastard,” he replied with frustration.
“Not all elfin kind will treat you that way,” she tried to cheer him up.
“Then they don’t know my father.”
She was taken aback by this as why should that matter? “You are right. I don’t know him. I am Dove,” she waved in the direction of her companions. “And those two louts are currently my travelling companions.”
“I am Kaylith. Why though are you assaulting me with a song?”
“Besides waiting for another companion we’re also collecting news for our patron. We’ll be heading over the mountains towards the Fae Kingdom so any news on what we can expect would be useful.”
“Well, I’m almost three weeks out from there. I carried an ambush report to Kurdwood and then forwarded it to here.”
“An ambush report?”
“Yes, unfortunately I don’t know much of the details. A Fae encampment was ambushed and the elfs apparently routed the goblinoid raiders. The remains point to raiders rather than an actual military band.”
“I assume you’re planning to enjoy the night here in the harbor market?” He nodded. “You should join us for dinner and share in some tales from the road. We’ll play some music and sing... Well, better songs.”
“I’m sorry for my bad reaction. I’d appreciate the diversion. Once I’m moved in for the night I’ll make my way over.”
“See that you do or I may have to send the ublilin over.”
“The who?”
“Wilem, the shorter of the two. I’d try to send Vance as intimidation, but he’s been paranoid without his arms and armor.”
“Hah, something we have in common then. Fine, for sure I’ll be by, at least to laugh at the bear of a man.”
Later as the three sat around their campfire and Vance was finishing up the tale of a recent exploit Wilem tilted his head, “do I hear our guest?”
“Don’t scare him off, you little fiend,” warned Dove.
The younger half elfen appeared around the stall and they waved him in to sit at their fire. His camp bowl appeared in his hands and Wilem reached to fill it. Kaylith warily let the ublilin take the bowl. “So you’re heading over towards the Fae Kingdom?” Kaylith queried as he closely watched as Wilem filled and returned his bowl.
“We’re heading to meet friends in Kurdwood and then we’re to patrol down the Barntham River. There are rumors of dark things running in the woods. Any recent tales or stories, no matter how strange, would be useful,” responded Vance as Dove lightly plucked her harp and hummed distractedly.
Kaylith took his meaning, “over the last couple of years we’ve been getting an increase in goblinoid raids, just orcs and goblins mostly. Not much in consistent tribal markings so leadership assumed displacement or abandonment.”
Dove chimed in, “as if something else is pushing them out of their roaming grounds.”
“Exactly,” stated Kaylith. “Mostly smaller groups and easily taken care of. And then, the ambush.”
“Ambush?” Wilem perked up.
“Various elfen units were collecting in a camp to the north and west of Kurdwood, a small army to be sure. I had been sent to dig out along the outer way. I had started a good hole when I noticed something, not really sure what. Next I knew I was staring down a hobgoblin with naught, but my shovel and a shout. I guess I got the shovel up fast enough to block his blow as next I knew I woke up packed nice and neat in my hole with a hobgoblin as a blanket.”
Dove stopped plucking and looked a dead stare at him, “invisibility? How and where would they get that?”
“Apparently it wasn’t just the one as they got my entire unit, but not before they plugged my assailant full of arrows.”
“Sorry for the loss,” piped Vance.
“No love lost.”
“Someone so young shouldn’t be so cynical,” retorted Dove.
“They taught me things true, but were at the end of a list of reasons for leaving. I cleaned up the rest of the camp pulling out other survivors as I waited to find out who won. I assume we did as the elf lord in charge dismissed me from service by having me deliver a letter recounting the mess.”
“I hope Kevus has ideas for dealing with that,” sighed Vance.
Wilem chuckled, “we could cover camp with trip wire and bells like we did that one time.”
Vance humphed, “I was hoping to forget that.”
Wilem laughed and Dove rolled her eyes. Kaylith asked and the night delved into a story of an old adventure.