S&W Sessions Journal: A Fat Dinner

Thursday night's game turned into a short solo session with only Nick able to play. There’s a new magic user PC named Kimoth (rolled up to replace the fighter named Frayse a few sessions back), but since his player wasn’t with us, I had him stay at the inn. He’s from the far south, on the borderlands of a region called Athanor. :)

There was the usual mucking about in town, but Wagstaff had earlier accepted an invitation and escort to dinner with the castellan. During this session he went, and was seated a good ten or more seats away from him. Wagstaff listened intently for rumors and ate the best meal of his life. He purposefully limited his drink consumption to no more than 3 beers, but something happened. Nick was a little pissed when I told him he was feeling inebriated, and I had to explain that the food itself seemed intoxicating, perhaps magically so, and he felt compelled to drink more as well… In the end, he never mustered the courage to speak to the castellan directly (or perhaps Nick wisely sensed that he might say something more revealing than he would have liked, given his state), but he did glean some useful information about the location of the caves. He also learned from a guildmaster’s wife that the castellan admires “Courage…and punctuality!” It was obvious that she herself admired the castellan a bit more than her husband.

After dinner, Wagstaff had to stagger back to the inn alone. He passed out in the common room even though he’d paid for a private room, and was awoken by Agnal and Gulch the next morning. These two tried to pick his brain - after this, Wagstaff convinced them to journey the mile or so down the road towards the caves he’d heard about at the party.

Nick’s a very cautious low level player, I’m happy to say. He had the party approach one of the cave entrances to within 15 feet. Once at that distance, Agnal detected the stench of goblins (having had an embarrassing previous experience with them). Wagstaff was happy enough to find the caves location and a sense of what they held, and they returned to the keep, perhaps considering that they were only three in number. They'd hired two men-at-arms in the tavern, but these hadn’t joined them on this brief recon trip. That was the end of the session. At this point, I’m starving to get them underground and chopping up monsters again.