Frater Sandro desperately rifled through his medicinal pouch. Was there any left of what he had in mind? Yes! He still had some
Silvertree Leaf. Dried out and crumpled, but hopefully still efficacious. Sandro hastily applied it to the little mystic's wounds. All that they could do now was wait and pray.
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Silvertree Leaf is a herb that has near-miraculous properties. It allows you to reroll on the post-battle injury table but you must take the new result, luckily we had some. Thanks to this, Pottler was returned to us virtually unharmed. I just hope we have some left, better go gather some if not.)
After this little scare, the party rested at the county seat of Grimhold. Here they picked up a contract from the town council, to escort a VIP to traveller's encampment, the place on the heath where they hold their horse fayres. That sounded easy enough, right?
Meet Sir Percival, the town council's representative. No doubt his errand had something to do with squeezing some tax out of the travellers. He's the fellow we had to escort. Hopefully we would not meet any trouble on the road.
Some hope. We were attacked by goblins en route. Bloody typical, eh?
We were ambushed in camp. I'm thinking either our gang forgot to post a watch or somebody fell asleep on their turn, because the goblins managed to sneak right up on us.
Despite our gang being blind, drunk or stupid, it didn't really help the goblins at all. We made laughably short work of them. Not much else to say, really. It was a very easy fight, which made a nice change after the last one. Here's the highlight reel...
With the goblins seen off, the gang resumed their journey and delivered Sir Percival to his destination. A job well done. Nice.
Once at the encampment we decided to patrol the region to make things a little safer for our travelling friends. That would be a nice easy gig, surely.