The unseasonable weather continued and the party decided to stay in town until Wido was fully healed. The local hostelries were very pleased at this opportunity to acquire some of the Lemming's wealth.
"Sir Thiebault, do you have the company's purse? We need to get more supplies in."
"No, Lysanthir, you had it last!"
"Whaddya mean? I did not! You had it in the Dragon and Flagon last night!"
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| Was Young Ketil the thief? He's a rowdy young man and not known for staying out of trouble! |
The argument continued until they both realised that a light-fingered someone had helped themselves to 3 Marks of the party's wealth. Woe betide the thieving scumbag if they ever found them! Worse yet, their bar tab came to another 3 Marks. Good job they had the Ogre's loot to sell. Meanwhile, Wido needed treatment, so they took him to the local healer which cost them another Gold Mark and emptied their collective purse. At this rate, they were going to have to get real jobs! Wido also drank the last of the party's tonic. Between that, the healer and resting up, he was fighting fit again.
With no money for beer, Lysanthir decided to spend his time studying the arcane texts he had with him and learned a little for his pains.
The Ogre's loot netted the Lemmings 4 Marks, so they could afford a bit of beer again, but they were going to have to head out and make a concerted effort to come up with some more gold now. Good job Wido was fully healed. It looked like the bad weather would clear up soon, so they began packing their bags and planning their next move.
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