After being sabotoged along the road from Fallcrest to Winterhaven Drin was beginning to feel confident in the group’s abilities to take care of any danger that might come their way. This theory was untested as they made it to the gates of Winterhaven unbothered. As the group approached the guards of the gate a dwarf rode up screaming, ‘Help! Help!”
Drin was caught of guard as she was having a fantasy about shifting into the Fey world and she ran straight towards the calls for help chosing a small thicket of trees to draw her bow and take aim at three kolbolds close by. She quickly realized her mistake as they turned towards her and ran towards her, clawing and biting. She saw a blur that may have been Rhogar run by as she tried repeatedly to gain some advantage and defend herself.
The rest of the party made short work of the rest of the kobolds, save one, and rescued the old man and Drin. She vowed to never make the same mistake again.
The group reunited the Dwarven family and escorted them back to Winterhaven. They met the local Lord Padaig at his comfortable home where he gave them directions to the local inn and the name of a few contacts. Glancing around Drin could see that the Lord was wealthy and decided much of the space he had could be given back to the wilderness and he could live comfortably. He could also, therefore, easily afford to give them free room and board. To bring a little balance back to the world she decided to tell the Innkeeper that the Lord offered to pay for their meal and board.
At the Inn Drin failed horribly in convincing anyone that the Lord offered to pay. The next time she would approach the situation carefully – she was learning a lot from being with this group of strangers.
She watched as the various memebers in the party spoke to patrons of the Inn. She listened as they discussed many threats located around the small city – kobolds, a cult, a waterfall…there was much to be investigated. When her party retired to their room for the night she crept out into the barn, made a makesift bed out of some hay, and drifed off to sleep.