![]() ![]() ![]() If anything, it's an improvement on some of the villages she's passed through. Ravengro is nothing Rodica hasn't seen before. I am sorry to ask this after your journey, as you no doubt would like to rest but can you come with us? The funeral will start momentarily." "This is Zokar, the local tavern keeper and a friend of the family, his son, and the others who are attending the funeral are awaiting us at The Restlands. ![]() I take it that you are Juli, Cark, Evelia, Rodica, and Brok the ones m-my father had me send for? I'm glad that you all could make it here, and you're just on time." She seems like she is trying to be polite in her greeting but you can easily see she is overcome with grief. As she notices you she flashes you all a strained smile before speaking. Once inside you see a trim and attractive young woman, her eyes are red and puffy and she wears dark colored conservative clothing. His disapproving stare lingers on Cark and Evelia especially, but he doesn't say anything untoward. Sense Motive: As you're all greeted by the large mustached man you notice a fairly well concealed look of disdain as he takes in the sight of the rag tag assembled group. "Hello there, you must the ones Kendra is expecting, please do come in," he says in a friendly enough tone before ushering you into the parlor. As you knock upon the door a portly mustached man answers. It is a modest abode, standing two stories tall, and of better make then most of the homes in Ravengro but by no means the most opulent. You see very few townsfolk as you make your way to Lorrimor's address, which is supplied with the note you received about the professor's passing, but those you do see are grim and scowl at you before disappearing inside their homes.įinally you come upon the Lorrimor estate. Ravengro seems little more than a somber farming village, simple one and two story buildings dot the countryside accompanied with a dozen or so tilled fields and a somewhat large cemetery, which seems far too large for a town so small, which perhaps speaks to the age of this settlement. The loud complaining cawing of crows, with the rustle of dead leaves blowing in the wind fills your ears. The town of Ravengro looms before you as you make your way down the winding, leaf choked roadway. Ravengro, Palatinate of Canterwall, Ustalav, Toilday the 12th of Rova (Tuesday Sept. ![]()
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