"Some adventurers went missing a while back. They were investigating the nearby Ruin known as The Sunless Citadel. Don't go there, though. The place is full of goblins. Also, we think that the goblins are stealing our saplings."
Falling Leaf, curious about some of the conversation and not seeing his client stroll in yet despite a steady stream of abnormal persons, got up from his seat and moved over to the conversation at the bar. Leaning in to the bartender, Falling Leaf jumped into the conversation. "Excuse me Barkeep, Why do they call it 'The Sunless Citadel' anyway? Also, what would Goblins want with your saplings?"
From outside, a wolf of blonde fur peaked in, letting out a soft whine. Fallen Leaf looked back, nodded, and turned back to his conversation, though it was one-sided at the time.
"By the way do you have some meat scraps my friend could have? the road has been tough on us and he can't do as well on these rations as I can."
Barkeep: "No one really knows how the place got that name. As for the goblins...Each year, the town buys a single piece of magical fruit. An apple of perfect hue. From what I hear, it can cure any disease. The buyer usually plants the seeds after the fruit is eaten, but as soon as they become saplings, they up and disappear."
"With a commodity like a miracle fruit, I'm not surprised you get theft happenings. I am more surprised that there wasn't anything being done about it yet. How long has the fruit been sold for? I'm honestly surprised so few have heard about this thing. By the way, any update on those food scraps? I could tell my friend to go hunt but I assumed you didn't want him eating your livestock."
As the sun sets, the bartender speaks again. While he speaks, he grabs a plate of pork cutlets and places it on the Bar in front of Falling Leaf.
Barkeep: "We don't serve scraps here. However, thanks to the generosity of your barbarian friend, this is on the house. As for the length of time. I'd say as long as this town has been here. As for why no one has heard of it, they only sell two fruits per year. One at mid summer. And one at mid winter. The one at mid winter is more for assassin's, to be honest. Poisonous, even to touch."
The evening chill caused the woman moving the streets to give a small shiver. "Goodness. I'd forgotten how cold the nights get," she spoke, mostly to herself though loud enough that the passersby gave a small nod to the slight woman as she moved through the streets.
She was late. She had gotten...distracted. She'd found a book at the local library that she hadn't read before and that had just gotten herself lost in it. Before she'd realized it, the sun had gone down and she'd left (still with the book in her bag) as she made her way across town toward The Old Boar Inn. She knew, of course, that the pronunciation was "Ol'" but she preferred to do so correctly.
Upon reaching the inn, she noted a wolf sitting (rather patiently) just outside the door. "Ah. You must be Lost Sun. A pleasure," she spoke, giving a small curtsy to the wolf, before pausing, realizing that while it was smart enough to understand...she didn't know if it could reply. "I presume your human is inside?" she asked merrily, before moving to step past the canid, opening the door.
The interior was a welcome change, the warmth of the hearth easing the chill of the evening.
"Ah!" she spoke, seeing not only Falling Leaf, but a small group of people gathered about, and she was able to pick up the tail end of the conversation regarding the stolen saplings. "Yes! Thank you for entertaining my client...s?" she asked, looking to the others. Well, The Guild had given her additional authorization to pull any extra into this beyond just Falling Leaf.
"Yes. Forgive my late arrival. I am Loranth Pagewhisper, scribe for The Guild and aspiring Chronicler. This is my associate, Falling Leaf," she spoke, indicating the druid. From within her things, she pulled out a small piece of parchment, as well as what appeared to be an ink pen. "As our good barkeep has stated, we have a problem with the local goblins. It had originally just intended to be a bit of a...scouting job, for Falling Leaf and I, but if you all are willing to come along...perhaps we can do a little more than just scout?" she asked, an eager smile on her face.
((also going to do a roll of Knowledge Local, just to know what Loranth knows about the goblins and everything that's going on
Loranth seems to recall that a woman named Kerowyn Hucrele came to the guild to commission this excursion. She offered salvaging rights in exchange for news of her son, Talgen, and her daughter, Sharwyn. She explained as well that they both wore Signet rings, and that at the very least, if the two cannot be returned alive, then a reward of 125 gp is to be granted for each signet ring.
Aside from this, Kerowyn also explained everything that the barkeep had already said to everyone else.
Additionally, it was mentioned that the siblings traveled with a Paladin of Pelor, and a Ranger. Apparently the Paladin happened to have a magical Sword known as Shatterspike.
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Loranth, every the helpful scribe, conveyed the details of the request from Kerowyn Hucrele from memory with no hesitation or lack of certainty. It seemed that she had either memorized that after looking at it for awhile...or perhaps she just had that sort of mind.
"...and the Paladin, as well, wields a powerful magical sword that he liked to call Shatterspike. You look like a stout individual who would like a magical sword," she spoke, looking to Flint. "Might you help us out?"