(G120 03/09/11 KT - AP, ON(GM), GF)

DAY 25 (6th Tarsakh)

Dear Kitty,

So after a delightful and restful nights sleep in the cave full of goblin corpses, I healed up the boy and the ruffian,
we gathered our goods and chattles together then set off back for the village of Rayneford.

For some reason, the goblin called Bog tagged along with us, it seems to think that Fenrir is his new master. With that
dandy lad as his master I predict the thing will be dead by the end of this ten-day, but no matter.

Corum talked to it a bit and by the time we got to the village it was decided his new alias would be Bryne. He'd lived
in the swamps before his tribe was killed off by a 'sword and knife wielding human' apparently.

So, until we could get some clothes for him, the dandy and the goblin lurked outside town while the rest of us went in.
Corum went to talk to Tosscobble, the local law, and hand in the goblin ears and hag's head. I went to talk to Blarik
Jaffery, the local gods botherer, to hand over Vera's remains.

Raya had all the fun though! She was accosted by some ruffians in the tavern, one of whom was soundly struck in the
unmentionables with a black jack for daring to touch her. The other two chased her out though, and like a scalded cat
she climbed smartly on up to the roof of the inn.

The two other ruffians came out, to see Corum looked down the street at them, wondering what was going on. When Raya
called for help, he charged down the street at them and started a fist fight with the one who was a dwarf.

Nes, who was not far away either, cast a charm spell on the other and lead him back into the tavern.

The boy and the dwarf punched it out for a while and although the boy can, admittedly, take a beating, the dwarf was
winning the fight. Winning that is, until Raya leapt down and sapped him on the back of the head. Down he went.

They gathered up the bodies, stripped them, and dumped them in a pig trough to sleep it off. Drat it, and I missed it
all! I love hitting men.

By the time I got to the inn, they were talking to the bar man about the situation. These ruffians can be identified
by a 'Face Punch' insignia and belong to a fighting school not far away ran by a chap called Bartol. There are eight
or so of them and they go by the name 'Bartol's Brawlers'.

The charmed brawler dragged the other two off. The sherrif appeared and we talked to him. He would be glad of some
help it appears as these louts have been causing real problems for the village.

We sent some clothes out to Fenrir so he could disguise his new pet, and put our heads together to formulate a plan.