September 4th is warm...with heavy clouds building up from the south.
Raz memorises spells and you head back to check out the bastard sword imbedded in the table.
Arriving there, you find it as you left it yesterday.
"Lets see what secrets you can dig up Raz. What kind of sword is this." says Farad.
Raz says, "Hang on a minute and let me check this sword out"
With a wave of his hands and a few magical words he then casts 'know alignment' on the sword.
Farad waits while Raz works his magics.
Looking back at the group, Raz says, "Good thing no one touched it...it's a neutral evil sword."
"Shall we just leave it here? Be much better to sell it to Ming and he can dispose of it as he wishes. I trust their judgement. Better that than let someone come along and swipe it."
"Lets burn the table to free the sword, and then we can move it untouched to the wagon."
You carefully pour oil around the blade of the sword and set it alight.
It takes awhile but the table is eventually burned through and the sword drops to the floor.
Without using your hands you manage to get the sword into a sack...and then you take it back to camp and store it on the wagon.
You continue you exploration of Tav'm.
The only area that remains to check out is the northern part of town, so you head up there. A short distance up here another, lesser, road heads out of town going northeast. At the intersection is another pile of rubble...perhaps once another ruined inn. You search through it and come up with a locked strong box. Prying it open reveals that it is filled with platinum pieces...300 of them.
"That's about it," says McTavish with satisfaction, looking about him. "Not a bad little haul. Let's be on our way, then."
You return to camp, and a short time later are on the move again.
It is midmorning.
Shortly after leaving Tav'm the Great Western Road turns southeast. It maintains this direction for the rest of the day.
Apart from a violent thunderstorm in the late afternoon the rest of the day is uneventful, and you camp that night off the road in a glade by a small stream.
Humphrey says, "Well McTavish. How would you suggest that we get to your homeland, since both elves and dwarves will be given at least a hard time, by where we are about to enter."
McTavish puffs on his pipe.
"I have a plan..." he replies cryptically.
"Well, would you like to share it or tell us later?"
McTavish smiles.
"When I have the details thought out I'll let you know," he says.