<strong>Date:</strong>Third Fireday of Pharast<br/><strong>Time;</strong>~1:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hex F-12, a few miles north of the Sootscale Warren.<br/><br/>You met in a tavern. Well, it's more or less a tavern. A large sheet of slate rock, ground smooth rested in one corner of the common gathering area of the Sootscale warren, and it was here that kobolds such as yourselves sometimes sat, and had a few cups of glowgrub beer. The booze was bitter, smelled like trash, wasn't terribly strong and it could make your tongue flow for a while after drinking it... but it's what you have<br/><br/>In fact, you've had more than a few, enough to get a nice buzz going. All together the bunch of you reached an agreement - the sootscales had to be helped and the only way to do that was to fo<em>do it</em>. Filled with ambition and just a little tipsy, you gathered what you thought you might need, and one by one slipped out into the chill night air. You vaguely remember Napik telling you to beware of owls, but she didn't stop you; in fact she wished Nug and Pozhvim luck in... whatever you were doing.<br/><br/>And that's a good question, as the mild buzz from the glowgrub beer wears off and the five of you are in the hilly fields some two miles north of the Sootscale den, without a clear plan... what<em>are</em>you planning to do?<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://photos.smugmug.com/Night/i-rpds3Wj/0/d78a6f71/L/flint%20hills%20lone%20tree%20stars-L.jpg)</div>The grass nearby is waist-tall on you, with unripe seedheads actually stretching just above your own heads. The night sky is clear with a half moon, and despite being the middle of spring, it's a little chilly. The only sounds you can hear are each other, the wind in grass, and the occasional scurry of a nighttime animal. Around you are low rolling hills dotted with the occasional stone or small scrubby tree, besides the grass.