Word finally came from the Lieutenant Dan, a messenger showing up at the Manor and providing our evil doers with their contact information for their next job. It takes a few days, but they finally make it to the warlords encampment.
Tinklehoof the Terrible, the halfling centaur, welcomed the party into his opulent tent and spelled out the contract. His pony sized body was a shaggy dingy brown with leather barding. The cruel looking halfling smiled, his scarred features twisting half the grin into a sneer.
“There’s a fishing village a day and a half ride south of here, it’s on a river along the edge of the Endless Forest and Aydan. They normally pay us protection money in the form of large quantities of fish, which my army desperately needs.” Tinklehoof stared down the Bloodwolf mercs, “And now they quit payin.”
“I need that food coming in on a steady basis, and your job is to make that happen.” Reaching down the centaur grabbed a large bag of gold and lifted it onto the table with a heavy thud. “This here is extra, if you find out what put them in this state of mind and make sure it doesn’t ‘spread’.”
The contact made, the party headed out to the village of Docktown, fishing community build on a series of docks sticking far out into the river.
Meanwhile, Thorn is back at the Manor in Spears End and is working on his campaign to become cities new magistrate. Luckily for him, nobody else knows there’s even an election, which provides him with a great head start.