Into the Lair of the Kingpin

[Halbarad]

"A... hmm." Clyde rubs his chin for a moment. "A kinder? Kender? Something of the sort - it's been some time since I met him, and I've not seen or heard of him since."

[Shukuen]

Leets nodded and left.

Outside, he decided to go to Greg for the info he asked for earlier, with the payment in hand.

[Carthrat]

"A kender? I've heard of such creatures," nods Mei-Ling. "They are.. well, slightly taller than dwarves or halflings, I believe, and they are.. I think the book quoted "Obnoxious, stricken by wanderlust, compulsive thieves..."

[Dracos]

Greg wasn't where he normally was.  Maybe one of the nearby bars?

Dracos

[Shukuen]

Leets pondered the likeliest bar Greg would be found at and went to search for him there.

[Olvelsper]

"So this isn't a first time thing, then. Are those wolves always protecting the box? Is there any way that they can find peace?"

[Dracos]

"Mmm, they listened to the flute.  It was sort of a sign that it was one of them."

Dracos

[RyderHakubi]

"Cool... we have something useful again..." Ryder mutters as he plucks his guitar idly off to the side.

[Olvelsper]

"Flute? What flute?"

[Dracos]

"The wolf flute.  A treasure of that village.  Don't know where it is now though."

Dracos

[Dracos]

Leets:

Sure enough, in the nearest seedy bar, he found greg listening and drinkin' it up.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

"What does it look like?"

[Olvelsper]

"So what you're saying is that this one village has people in it that willingly take on an afterlife as a ghost wolf to guard your chest, and that it's happened once before?" Jan asked, aghast at the notion.

[Shukuen]

Leets searched for an empty table in Greg's view so he could catch the informer's attention without interupting anything possibly important.

[Dracos]

"They are the guardians of the chest, it is their way of vengeance against those who would strike them down."

Dracos