<strong>Time of day:  </strong>Day 1,  2:40pm<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/fGfn4Nv.png?1)</div><strong>Location:</strong>Drellin's Ferry check point<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>All<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Arriving in town<br/><strong>Notes: </strong>Bright daylight<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Tied up hob with a bleedin' nose in here Sarge!"</strong>calls the militia member who had gone to inspect the inside of the wagon, as the use of Calanthe's no-nonsense style of ruffianism were indeed deemed as necessary on the remainder of the trip as the subtle flecks of the weave that bound his mind came undone, resulting in the paladin's meaty fists going noseward.<br/><br/><strong>"Bleedin' hells," </strong>the man referred to as the sergeant says -<strong>"Nah, the nose sarge" </strong>comes a reply -<strong>"Now don't you start thinkin' yer funny boy!"</strong>comes his response as his thumb and forefinger hmeet the bridge of his nose, a sigh spilling forth from his well-groomed lips. It's an expression that just reads into how inexperienced the men he's working with actually are in comparison to those who he would normally be used to.<br/><br/><strong>"You all seem to be a capable sort,"</strong>he eventually says after calming himself down and handing the pass back to the Tortle,<strong> "Especially if you lot have manage to snag a live Hob, we've been trying to do that for weeks now. You think it'd be easy considerin' they're just a step up from the little 'uns but..."</strong>he leans in,<strong> "I've seen tactics like there afore, when I served, they've been skulking round the edge of town for days as we can tell from sightings, organised, my whiskers can just tell, which is why the extra security. I'll get word round to the Captain you're here to speak to her, she's been expectin' Ratcatchers, and we have some very big rats. I'll send a runner to let her know you're in town and she'll likely meet you in the Old Toll House,"</strong>he gestures<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">towards a sturdy looking building by the raging river</div><div class="spoiler_body">Point 8 on the map</div></div>,<strong>"It serves as our jail too, so feel free to dump your guest there."</strong><br/><br/>"If it's a temple you're looking for," he continues, "You'll find one up the north-east exit of town, by another check point," he points<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">up towards a building in front of little pond</div><div class="spoiler_body">Point 6 on the map</div></div>,<strong>"it's a shrine to Eldath, and soldiers are damn thankful they decided to set up shop here. Elsir's nowhere near as peaceful now as when I was a lad, but at least they're still here to bring comfort to the weary. If you need anything else, just come back an ask, or if you see any of my boys runnin' around, tell them Sergeant Hersk'll give them a boot up the arse if they don't help you out."</strong>