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Leon took off his cloak, careful the goblins didn't see the motion, and hung it on a branch on the tree. then he carefully slinked into some nearby brush. he drew his daggers, but he left ember's kiss unkindled. Now, he waited, slowing his breathing so they would not hear it. His, movements, however, though slow and meticulous, were oriented to the task, not his injuries, and he opened up the punctures in his leg and shoulder in the process.

Leon Held off from making any noise as he felt sudden stabs of pain from the re-opened wounds. Blood began to slowly make growing dark red stains on the bandages wrapped around his arm and leg, but he kept his breath cool and steady and waited. He focused his eyes on the cloak hanging from the tree. It looked Gristly caked in his dried blood as it was. He knew the scent of it would draw the goblins.

"what's this?" the first goblin asked as it approached his cloak and grasped at a low hanging tattered corner.

"I don't know" said the second "tear it down and lets have a look at it."

Leon signaled to Ganner to get into position behind the one closer to him and strike.

the Goblin tugged at Leon's burlap cloak, but it didn't come down. it was hooked on a branch higher than what he could reach. He gave it another stronger tug and it began to tear "come on you piece of filth!" he snarled.

Leon slowly and carefully came out from his spot in the brush and walked up behind the second, watching goblin.

The first Goblin gave out another snarl "COME ON!" as he tugged a final time and ripped the bloodstained cloak down from the tree branch. "HAH! Got it!" He turned around just in time to see Leon wrap his hand around the other's mouth and run a blade along it's throat. It struggled for a bit as Leon held it tight, waiting for it to bleed out, and then it lay still. The Goblin lookout still holding the cloak stared into the fierce dark eyes of the elven stranger and fear struck him. He was about to cry out when...

Leon Nodded. He picked up his tattered cloak and stuffed it into his travel sack, hoping that might keep the scent of blood from traveling too far. He'd hoped to eventually find a river or stream where they could stop to fill up their water skins and where he could wash the bloodied thing clean. Alas they had thus far come upon no running water.

Leon made a few gestures to tell ganner to continue following him silently and carefully around the goblin burrow. They weren't out of the woods yet.

An hour later they had made enough distance from the burrow that Leon finally spoke again.

"Excellent job back there. Your timing and execution was perfect and you managed to stay hidden relatively well. I think we may end up making a good team."

"honestly, up until I met you, my long term plans involved dying of blood loss in a relatively shady spot on the side of the road. I havn't thought much about what I'm going to do yet." Leon said with a smirk.

In a village not too far from where the two adventurers were located, a young dwarf clothed in simple garments entered past the first part of the settlement. A small golden amulet of Moradin hung from his neck. He leaned slightly on his staff which each step and walked slowly toward the center of the village. He was greeted by some of the passing children who looked at his dwarven features with curiosity and innocence. He smiled at them as they walked along with him.

"Tell me children, do you know where I might find food and a place to rest?" he began. He had been walking for some time from the west, but was given incorrect directions from one of the travelers he had passed. They pointed in the direction where he could obtain the sustenance he need for his pack was nearly empty from his long journey. "I thank you little ones. May Moradin watch over you." he said as he blessed them. They waved goodbye as they returned to their play.

((out of curiosity, where exactly are we located? North of Luskan? How big is the village?))

((Somewhere north of Luskan, yes, in a no-name village that does not appear on any of the maps. At least that's where I presume you are? In the village that Ganner and Halcyon/Leon are currently headed towards? We're still several days away from the village also.))

"Well, I welcome your company for as long as you feel like staying, I guess." Ganner said with a smile. "So, how about we get to know each other a little better. Since we really have nothing better to do while we walk. Though if you'd prefer to maintain your air of mystery I'll leave well enough alone."

((Halcyon, if you'd like to have the two converse for a bit we can do that. Otherwise we might as well skip over travel.))

"I'm also originally from Luskan. Born and raised. I ran with some of the street gangs as a kid too. My mother left me a bit of money when she passed and had told me to use it to leave town. I ended up stranded in a farming village. I worked there until I got a bit older and then joined up with a group of adventurer's that happened to be passing through. Since then I've been bouncing around the region doing odd jobs and spending my coin on good ale and soft beds." Ganner said brusquely, breezing over the details. "This adventuring gig can be hard work, but it usually pays off. You tend to make enough coin to afford a few luxuries and the people, especially in the smaller towns, really appreciate it. If they're running into trouble with goblins, or beasts, or bandits, or whatever. You go in, solve the problem, make some coin in the process, and then they get all appreciative and give you free drinks and the women throw themselves at you. It's not really so bad a life."

((Alrighty, timeskippin'!))

Ganner and Halcyon trudged into the village in the early morning. It had been nearly a week since they had first set out and the rations had run out long ago. They had found a river where they drank and refilled their waterskins halfway through the trip. Halcyon had also proven himself at fishing at that point in their journey. Two days later Ganner had managed to take down a rabbit with his crossbow. Despite this the two hadn't eaten as much over the course of the past few days than they probably should have.
Ganner picked the biggest building he saw of the whole maybe two dozen in the little village and tiredly forced himself to walk in its direction. He prayed to Tymora that it was the inn, or tavern. At this point he'd kill for an ale and a place to sleep. Though he'd settle for one of the other if need be.