| You wander the monastery, wishing it was more like your own, where the training dummies were fashioned from drained beer kegs. Here, you've not seen a drop amongst the followers of Bahamut. What an odd faith. You're far more Drunken Master than Enter the Dragon.
As you walk down the cliff-side path, you pause near the small free-standing building with a peaked roof halfway up, that no one has paid attention to before. This small structure is built out over the cliff edge, and you can see around the side that there is pallet hanging just below. The door is slightly ajar.
You pull the door open and peek inside.
You find a small winch house with a system to raise and lower the pallet hanging below towards the water. This is clearly used to haul supplies both up and down to boats below, when deliveries are made to the cloister.
Inside the room, you find Varnoth, who turns suddenly with her hands behind her back.
| "Who the f-Oh, monk. Fucking hells, I thought Agga had caught me drinking again. That old kobold never shuts up about it."
She relaxes and takes her hands from behind her back, where you see she's holding a waterskin. After she tracks your eyes to the item in her hand, and how your vision has gone slightly out of focus, she slowly offers the container to you. You take it and sniff, your nostrils ringing with delight as the ethanol vapors get intimate with your olfactory receptors. It's some kind of homebrewed vodka, but strong.
"Sometimes just the tranquility of this place doesn't cut it, and I need some tranquility in a bottle." she sighs deeply. "Even if you put your sword away, when you blink, sometimes you still see your hand holding it with some poor kid skewered on the other end, crying as his guts fall out." she stares out of the hole in the winch house at the ocean.
"War, huh?" Varnoth spits on the ground. "... What is it good for? Absolutely nothing." |
| Zesty convenes the group, with his new creation at his heels. Nac is staggering worse than on the boat voyage across, but grinning. The rage always kindling within Aims eyes seems slightly more primal. Moonsprout, sitting in the Beany-Björn, has gathered some pages and a piece of charcoal from somewhere and is drawing picture of birds. Short Order is also there.
You feel as thought the lethargic gods of fate have finally turned their attention back to you, and presented you a fortuitous option for reaching the very spot you've been tasked to investigate.
Judging by your other adventures around the island, you estimate it'll probably take about 3 1/2 hours by boat along the 5 mile long yellow path, maybe only 2 hours along the coast even if it looks about 6 miles of walking, and maybe 1 1/4 hours overland for the roughly 3 1/2 miles of hiking. |
((Appreciate your patience, boys. Weekend's been a thing, and I didn't really know how to get you guys going in that direction without just having you wander about, but I kind of just took the opportunity I saw.
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