Chapter 3

While the events of Flare and Thalron were happening, Grellik and Pebble were busy gathering information. They decided to go to the constable first. They figured that if anyone would know of any weird happenings around Red Larch, it would be him.

They weren't able to find him at the county jail, so after asking around they found out that he was actually married to the town butcher. They decided to go to the butcher's shop to see if he was there. Once they arrived they saw two people. The first on a tall fit man with an amazing handlebar mustache. Next to him was a beautiful young woman, presumably his wife.

"Howdy! What can I do ya for?" His southern accent cut through the room like a knife through butter.

Pebble was about to answer when the constable's wife caught his eye. He walked over to her and grabbed her hand.

"We just needed your help with something." He said as he kissed her hand. The smile on the constable's face disappeared and he stood in between Pebble and his wife.

"Well, I'm Harburk, the constable of these parts. And this is my wife. What can I help you with?" He began glaring at Pebble flashing the dagger in his rear pocket. Unfortunately, it failed as Pebble kept winking and staring at Harburk's wife.

"We were wondering if you've seen anything weird going on around here," Grellik said, pushing Pebble out of the way.

"I've seen a couple strange characters around here." Harburk looked right at Pebble as he said this. After cooling off a little bit he began thinking. "Y'know, I do remember seein' some strange fellers south of town. They appeared to be poachers. If y'all would mind checking it out, I would really appreciate it."

"We'll definitely help." Pebble was trying to sound more innocent, but it wasn't very convincing as he kept making glances at Harburk's wife.

"Good. NOW GET!"

Pebble and Grellik booked it out of the butcher's shop and ran to the other side of town. After resting for a moment, they decided to continue asking around town about anything unusual. They were only able to find one other lead.

After a while their trail brought them to the town's poultry shop.

"First a butcher's, and now a poultry. What is with the meat in this town?" Grellik was very upset. He felt as though all of this was a meaningless fetch quest. They entered the poultry and saw an older woman standing at the front of the shop.

"Hello there! Welcome to The Roost, with the finest poultry in all the land! What can I do for you."

"Hi there!" Grellik was the first to speak up, wanting to get to the point as soon as possible. "We heard that you've been seeing weird things happening around here. Would you mind telling us what?"

The older woman was caught off guard by the question. There was a brief ten seconds of silence while she was thinking.

"Oh. Now that you mention it, there was something strange that happened a while ago. A couple days ago, my granddaughter decided to go out and play in the fields over by an old tomb west of here. She came home screaming and told me that she had seen a ghost! I don't know how real her story is. If you wouldn't mind checking it out I would greatly appreciate it."

Grellik was happy that the story was quick and to the point and he was ready to get out of there.

"There you very much miss. We'll make sure to head over there and check it out."

With that they left the chickens and went back to the beer. They grabbed a table in the corner and after a while, Flare and Thalron reappeared with a story to tell.