While trying to determine the next course of action, the
Pathfinders asked around town to see if they could find out anything else
useful about the apprentices. A few hours of interviewing various townsfolk
yielded a few more nuggets of information.
Two old folks playing dice near Merchant’s Square ruminated
about the town’s younger generation, including the apprentices. “Youngsters
today are so amiable and carefree with everyone. They aren’t cautious, like we
were back in our day. If any of them have done anything other than run off on
their own accord, it’s probably because they were too trusting of the wrong
person.”
A group of peddlers scurrying through the streets knew many
of the apprentices, if only in passing. “They seem like they’re all friends. In
fact, it’s almost like they run in a pack. One or two of them probably
convinced the others to all skip work at once, the lazy kids.”
A crowd of trade workers, closely acquainted with Majara
Pricknettle, the town’s apothecary, from whom they often purchase home remedies
and other supplies had this to say, “Most of the shop owners see their
apprentices like workers-in-training. Majara, though, she’s different. She
tries to hide it, but that apprentice boy of hers is more like a son to the
gnome. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her raise her voice to him.”
The party discussed the evidence that they had gathered and
felt they had enough to have a second try discussing the situation with Majara
Pricknettle. Cando declared, "I think it’s time to go back and visit
potion lady", emphasizing the point with a clenched fist. "She wanted
a good reason to tell us where he's at? We have one - everyone says he's the
ringleader, and bird saw him carry people off. Time for discretion is
over!"
Wahesh frowned, conflicted. "I didn't become an
adventurer to harass shopkeepers and old ladies. And Ms. Pricknettle kinda had
a point about not airing out her secrets to a motley gang of strangers.
But...if there's any chance of finding those apprentices alive it'll have to be
real soon if it's not too late already.”
Lady Emyralda pulled the note found in Morvinarr’s room from
her pack. “Let’s not forget this mysterious missive, maybe she will recognize
the hand writing.”
As the day turned to dusk, armed with evidence, the
adventures headed back to Pricknettle’s Potions and Poultices.
Pricknettle was not happy to see the Pathfinders again but
she listened as they made their case. Her expression changes from stubbornness to one of fear and worry as the evidence was presented. “Yes, he recently got a pair of
yellow, leather boots. They were a gift from the cobbler’s boy. And this, it
looks like Gellion’s hand writing. Oh, dear, what has the boy done?” Convinced
that the matter needed to be investigated further, Pricknettle provided directions to Gellion’s home.
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