One quest down and another to begin! We headed back to Cragbreak Mine, very short on food. We were all looking forward to a hot meal and soft beds—but I sensed immediately that things weren’t going well as we walked into the mess hall. The Foreman was there, sitting with 6 people of the adventuring sort, and as soon as he saw us, we saw him grow uncomfortable and uneasy. One of the 6 was a Fomor in a black tunic with chain mail underneath, carrying a long spiked chain.
Zadok attempted to lighten the mood with some chatter, but the Fomor would not have it. He immediately accused us of stealing their work by clearing the evil out of the mine a few days ago. The others pushed me forward, and I talked to him. I explained that we were merely adventurers just like him, and were only hoping to go on our ways and let his friends do the same. I had won him over, but not his 5 companions. We discovered that they are companions of Belloc, the discourteous gnome we met at the Dryad’s Rest, and leader of the Silver Horn Company. A fight nearly broke out when Zadok got excited about hearing Belloc’s name, but we left the mess hall without eating. An empty belly is better than starting a fight in this small room. Who knows what could have happened?
Ben cautioned us against leaving, due to risk of an ambush. We spent the night camped near the barracks and saw one of their company, a Half-Elf, ride off towards the city, but nothing else. Sparrow and Ben insisted on confronting the party that morning to learn more, and they told us that their party would be going on into the mountains while the Half-Elf alerted Belloc that they were currently out of work.
I voted for moving on. The others still feared an ambush though and insisted on keeping watch throughout the night as we made our way back down to the mountain toward Greenbriar instead of relying on magical alarms. I admit, I didn’t like the suspicions towards the Fomor, as he had let us leave the mess hall and had been kind to me. Ben and Ambrose consider him not worthy of life, as he is a follower of the evil god Zon-Kuthon, and their suspicions turned out to be right. One night, as we camped in the forest, the 5 Silver Horns came out of the dark and attacked. The Fomor turned out to be a cleric and sent out ghastly rays that weakened us, but we outnumbered them by 1, and they fell to us, cursing our party as they died.