conversations: human
conversations:  As it is, D. Nut the Squirrel turned Merchant prince [in what is considered by far to be the strangest storry told], stands [on a courier] with the many merchants awaiting news, and a new trade caravan to arrive to the town.
conversations: Erik Vale:
conversations: human
conversations:  Hmmm, these tidings are bad for business, coming and going. Either we need to get a caravan and guards together, or else we need to band together to turn back these invaders, and ruin them the best way we know how, economically. 
  
  As he states that to his courier/ride, he looks to find his people that have joined the crowd as well.
  
   We need to make sure that we can get out of here with a minimal loss to our business, but at the same time, not lose all the ties that we have made here for the Grove. 
conversations: Alihandros:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Yes Boss."
  
  There are more than a few of your workers, friends and fellow merchants in the crowd, at one point you spot a messenger being escorted by a pair of caravan guards further into the town, blades drawn so as to cause the crowd to part. The slow motions of the caravan crew and the talk of the crowd makes it as if people are here for information more than picking up goods and buying any non-normal cargo.
conversations: Erik Vale:
conversations: human
conversations:  With the orders given out, Mr. D Nut will try to work the crowd the way he knows, with some help from his trusty courier.
  
   
   Spoiler: Rolls 
  
  Gather Information (1d20+5)[ 13 ] 
  Knowledge(Local) (1d20+2)[ 7 ] 
  Knowledge(Econ&amp;Business) (1d20+2)[ 6 ] 
  Diplomacy(Should someone talk to him) (1d20+30)[ 46 ] 
   
  
  
  Based on the rolls and what that brings will base the next moves for him and his horde of nuts....I mean goods.
conversations: Alihandros:
conversations: human
conversations:  Eventually you manage to lay your paws on the Hobgoblin merchant Bol [At least, you think it's Bol], who managed to get close to the Caravan earlier.
  He's normally surprisingly jolly, given to fat shaking laughter... He's not jolly.
  "Adraz has fallen. Apparently it was a bunch of undead and lots of money, no resistance was put up, and the Army just, left... We're close to The Grove's borders though, The Mayor may send a call to aid and I do hope he does... I don't think you'll be welcome much longer though..."
  Bol frowns as he stops, before shrugging.
conversations: Erik Vale:
conversations: human
conversations:  Hmmm, Bol my friend, what do you mean I will not be welcome much longer? Are my goods and money no longer wanted in this town? And why is Adraz such a concern to us? You know we merchants are not usually bothered by the armies of the nations. We are the ones that help keep them in their business of war that they all seem to so love. 
  
  Depending on Bol's responses, Rocky will look for his group, to see how they are doing on getting all of the caravan rounded up, ready to go where, that remains to be seen.
  
  He will scan the area for dropped currency, or nuts, and go after one if he sees either, preference currency.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  
  Drack how did you want me to get those animals?
  Also will work on getting my mooks statted out, npc only correct, even for cohort?
  And what besides common are major languages of the Grove?
   
conversations: Alihandros:
conversations: human
conversations:  Bol  looks at you incredulously.
  "Can't you remember? Adraz is maybe a week out for fast riders, maybe 3 weeks for a slow army."
  
  Shaking his head, Bol leans a little closer as he continues.
  "Unfortunately my friend, the armies of the Dark Empire are quite different from others. Indiscriminate raiders and Undead are how the stories are told, except that raiders would be easy to defend against... However, I'm hearing that given the other take overs that people are wanting non hobgoblins... 'Out of town'."
  
  Beyond Bol, you notice a copper piece... Then someone steps on it.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  
  Cohort's have PC classes and are otherwise built as PCs. At least divine ones are.
   
conversations: Erik Vale:
conversations: human
conversations:  Seeing the piece get stepped on gives Rocky a twitch.
  
   Hmm, thanks the raiders will hopefully be dealt with, if not all our work here has been for naught if they burn this to the ground. But we shall see. Thank you my friend, hope our paths cross again. May your coffers always be full. 
  
  With Bol pumped for what information he can, Rocky will head to check on his steward and the rest of the minions.
conversations: Alihandros: