April 23rd is again overcast. The temperature struggles up to 18F by mid afternoon.
Shortly before lunchtime you reach Golgar.
Thousands of years ago, the city of Golgar was a major commercial centre in the Empire of Saltar. It was a great walled city full of merchants, traders, craftsmen, troops, sages and mages. Guarding it at its northwest corner was the great black Tower of Golgar, one of the mighty fortresses that the Saltarians built to protect their realm with the last of their offworld technology. When the Empire collapsed some six hundred years ago the city was abandoned and the Tower deserted. Some of the people fled east and south to what remained of Saltar; others went east and fell under the rule of dark Imrimil in Nolthen; others went southwest over the mountains to Nlad; while a remnant went west and became the founders of Amlad. Eventually dark creatures occupied the mouldering ruins of Golgar, and raided what little trade still moved along the roads that passed before its great gate. Travellers found other, safer routes to take.
Time passed. Perhaps some thirty years ago an evil cleric named Olbur occupied the Tower, and brought the various occupants of the ruined city under his sway. He made war next, and invaded Amlad. Amlad requested aid from her ally, Nlad, and while Nlad marshalled its armies an advance party was sent to raid the enemy in Golgar. This party was led by Yuri the Incredible (a paladin well known to all residents of Sandas). This doughty party cleared the ruined city, entered the tower, and defeated Olbur...who fled for parts unknown. The armies of Amlad and Nlad mopped up the remaining forces of the enemy, and Amlad claimed Golgar for its own.
Now, some twenty years after the war, Golgar is the easternmost extremity of Amlad. The walled city continues to collapse into ruins and the black tower of Golgar - impervious to everything, it seems - stands empty. Now, a small thorp named New Golgar has sprung up before the old main gate into the city. It is not much, consisting of three temples, an inn (called the Golgar Gate), a small barracks, some businesses and a new, encircling wall.
You head to the inn for lunch. The guards give the orcs the fishy eye but reluctantly let them enter the thorp. The innkeeper refuses to let them into his establishment, so you eat inside while the orcs and Umboth wait out in the chilly air.
After a rather miserable lunch - the soup was watery, the meat old and stringy, the beer weak - you emerge to decide which way to go next. For you are at an intersection with another Great Road. As expected, there is a signpost -
The Amlad Road: East: To Mississippi Bridge and West Nolthen.
West: To Calamlad, Hobbitown and Bilboburgh.
The Saltar Road: South: To Bridgewater, South Nolthen and Guardian Ford.
"Yikes," says Wizbang, "I remember reading in Strabath that Nolthen is bad news. It seems like whichever way we go we're going to end up there."
"Well, how about the direct approach," Dor asks. "Anyone for the Mississippi bridge?"
"I think south," says Vanadil with a shiver, "It's warmer."
Suddenly, Dor, Logan and the followers become aware that there are a lot more people in the tiny square than there were a moment ago.
Standing nearby are the rest of the party: Kadlian, Carburator, Rage, Kailar, Sian, Hlarn, Malvis and Niko. Also with them is a new arrival: a young elven girl.
They see in turn that the size of the party has grown somewhat. Now, along with the usual crowd are a dozen orcs and five rather scruffy men. They seem to be staying close to Umboth.
Everyone is standing in the main square of a small walled thorp, built at the intersection of several great Roads. A larger, more ancient wall with a great stone gate forms the northern perimeter of the thorp, and over the top of the wall you can see the buildings of a city beyond...and beyond that, a great black tower. Farther to the north are a row of three massive, snow-capped peaks.
Dor and the others are clustered around a signpost, apparently discussing which way to go next -
The Amlad Road: East: To Mississippi Bridge and West Nolthen.
West: To Calamlad, Hobbitown and Bilboburgh.
The Saltar Road: South: To Bridgewater, South Nolthen and Guardian Ford.
Over the south wall, and far to the southwest, is another range of tall peaks.
The day is very cold for this time of year, only 18F and overcast. There is 9" of snow on the ground.
"Oh-oh," says Callie, noticing the new arrivals.
Maigry leans in closer to her hound for warmth and draws out the heavy cloak she had stored earlier.
Niko grins slyly at Logan.
"It's a bit cold here. Have you been keeping warm?"
"Sure, why do you ask?" the elf asks with a questioning look on his face.
"Oh, no reason. Got any brandy on ya to take away the chill?"
"Nope," he says with a grin, "Just good lovin'!" he remarks as he slips his arm around Edelle's waist. He kisses her her cheek and smiles.
"Welcome to the fork in the road," Dor greets the arrivals. "We were discussing the merits of a frontal assault versus a flanking attack on the lands of Nolthen. But, I think you may have a better approach, hmmm?"
Kadlian draws his swords quickly and stalks towards the orcs. "What are they doing in this party with you!?," he demands of Edelle, Vastelle, Windul and Sally. "You should know by now that orcs are mortal enemies and that I kill all of them on sight."
"We captured them," replies Wizbang, "And placed them in hands of Umboth."
"And why would you do that, Sally? What would persuade any of you to spare their lives?"
Wizbang pauses.
"Humanity, perhaps?" interjects Callie.
"I am an elf, not a human."
"Which is why I said 'humanity', Kadlian."
"And humanity is derived from the word human. We can use it, to mean all the races, if you insist."
"I will not hold you to that standard," the ranger of Strabath replies coldly.
"I gave them the option of conversion to Forseti, or death," Umboth adds. "They chose the former, as you should."
Kadlian snorts and lets out a short laugh that sounds almost hysterical. "Of course they did Umboth. They are too cowardly to stand up for their own beliefs when faced with death. They would tell you anything that you wanted to hear to live. But, you would not do the same. If you had given them the choice of converting or living and they chose conversion, then I would be swayed by their choice. But, for an orc, you gave them no real choice at all."
"You belittle my talents and abilities as a preacher of the word of Forseti," the cleric replies stiffly. "I have been trained to spread the word of my patron to unbelievers such as yourself and these orcs. It was due to my powers of persuasion that they have embraced Forseti and all that he stands for."
"Actually, I do not. I did not question your conversion of the humans that have joined you. Just the orcs."
"I fail to see the difference. You attempt to obfuscate with your words, Kadlian."
"Very well, then I do doubt your talents and abilities when it comes to the orcs."
"And I doubt your talents as a leader."
An orc steps forward. He has a large scar running across his bristly snout, and he walks with a slight limp.
"'E's roit, 'e is," he says in broken common. "Me an' me mates would 'ave been on yer in a flash, elfy, if'n we'd met up wit ye two weeks ago. We'd a 'ad yer guts fer garters an' fed yer balls to th' crows if ye had any, an' then we'd a killed ya real slow like. But this foine man 'ere has taught us that just because yer an elfy, f'rinstance, don't mean yer necessar'ly bad. Ye 'ave t'judge each person on what's inside, not th' type o' body they 'ave."
Kadlian trembles at the effort of not slaying the orcs.
"I have seen the effects of your race's behavior against mine too many times to be so easily convinced. I have seen your race break dozens of truce agreements whenever it suited them to do so. I am not the least bit convinced that you have given up your evil ways. I think you bide your time."
The orc balls his fists. In his anger he lapses back into orcish:
"Lies, every word you speak is a lie! An orc's word is his bond! Such is the Law. Even Gruumsh, flawed and inferior to Forseti though he may be, dictates such on penalty of death! What do the flippant, chaotic elves know or care about truces or promises? They care for none but themselves. How many innocent orcish women and children have you slain, elf?"
"Not enough to prevent others of your race from slaying elven women and children. We protect our borders. When the orcs stay outside those borders, they are left in peace. But, it is rare that they do not raid across that border and kill elven citizens. All of the raids I have been on have been retaliatory strikes. Perhaps if we had been more proactive and removed the tribes before they killed, fewer of our citizens would have died, but that is not our way."
The orc snorts, clearly not believing a word that Kadlian has said.
Rage interposes her small body between Kadlian and the orcs.
"Hold, good sir Ranger," the woman says. "As you have taught me, so now I remind you, we must learn to control our tempers and let the actions speak. Do not judge because of their form."
Her voice is calm, but she is gripping her staff.
Malvis wordlessly moves a little closer to his mentor, Rage, and merely watches developments.
"I have no other choice than to judge them by form, Rage. I am finding it incredibly difficult to stay my blades. Think of how you would feel if someone with psionics wanted to contact you via telepathy without your consent. That is how angry I am right now."
"And yet, because of you and Zanax, I have learned. It is time to take your anger and channel it elsewhere," the mage says quietly. "If they have forsaken their old path, and follow the light, then we must accept them else we are no better than the evil we are fighting."
"And we have no proof that they have converted. Rage, this is too much! I will not kill them, but I cannot take their presence. They must go or I will."
"What proof do you need, milord?" asks Vanadil.
"Hlarn can likely provide it. However, that will not be enough for me to comfortable with them in the same group. It will just convince me that they have actually been converted."
"That is your choice," Logan says. "It was a pleasure working with you. I never expected such animosity from one of my companions. Taking on a divine patron is no easy task, so if these orcs and humans do so, I abide by it; if you can not, then perhaps you can not stay."
"If Kadlian goes, I go," says Kailar.
Rage nods. "As will I. But let us table that discussion till later."
"That is your choice as well, but how you can condone such behavior puzzles me," Logan says, looking at Kailar. "He chooses to be prejudiced, so you are as well?"
"It is not a choice of prejudice," Rage says, "It is a choice that we have worked with Kadlian for a long time, and each owe him something, and in our own ways respect him. We each have the right to choose who we will work with, and how our comrades will be. Over these newcomers, regardless of their shape, skin color, or what have you, I will serve and fight with Kadlian. I owe him that much."
"But there is no fight, except for the fact that Kadlian can't handle something, so because of that, our entire party is falling about. I call that insanity, not respect," Logan counters.
Rage shakes her head.
"It is a choice, perhaps regrettable, but a choice. If Kadlian leaves, I do to. I do it, not because I dislike the newcomers, but because Kadlian has my respect and love." Looking Logan squarely in the eyes, she asks, "What are you calling insanity? That I would choose a devoted friend over some newcomers who I do not know? That I would ignore the years and blood that Kadlian and I have spent together? If this is to split the party, better now than when things get tough. The point is, regardless of Kadlian's prejudices, which I do not share, if he leaves, I leave with him. However, a wall has two sides, so there is hope springing eternal."
Malvis shifts uneasily. He will follow Rage, whatever her decision, but the tone of the conversation troubles him. When Rage speaks of hope, he visibly brightens, and hopes that the two factions can iron out their differences. Whatever power struggles are involved here, their mission seems too important, at least in Malvis' eyes, to let the presence of some simple orcs deter them from attaining their goals.
Rage casts a knowing smile at Malvis.
"Well said, I guess I don't have too many friends that hold so dear at this point. Kadlian is a lucky man. Actually that is not true, during my time in this wilderness, I have come to know and love my companions and understand what you are saying," Logan says, looking away from Rage to Edelle and back to Rage again. "So, I have mispoke earlier and apologize. Anyhow, I have no desire for any of you to leave, but Umboth has his right and I defend his right to have converts who are genuine. Perhaps, since this is such a large territory, we split into two groups and seek the artifact in question?"
Kadlian sighs. "Thank you, Kailar and Rage, but I truly hope it does not come to that. It is my hope that some other arrangement can be made before my actions split the party."
"I am glad to hear this," Logan says with a genuine smile. "What brought you all back anyhow?"
Rage nods.
"And then we get the proof, Hlarn can do it." the mage says with a smile.
"Hey, Hlarn. Any chance you can use your spells to divine the truth, here? I've got nothing personal against orcs...heck, even worked with a few on a couple of voyages...but we should make sure they're at least trustworthy."
"They have had plenty of opportunities to turn on us, even in the heat of battle, " Dor answers. "It is not necessary and would be an insult to cast a spell on them now. You who are so much more experienced, believe that we have no ability to judge another's character. Why can't you believe in us, your comrades in arms?"
"Well, we've insulted better, time and again." Rage says with a heartly laugh. "As for being comrades in arms, that has yet to be proven, since we have not fought together yet." the mage adds, frowning at Dor, "Until then, we are at best, acquaintances.
"I'm sorry...did you meet Ryshara, who pretended to be our friend and then fireballed Occa's mansion and killed several acolytes? Or maybe Occa, who really wasn't Occa, but actually an evil arch-mage named Gargaroth in his body? Not everything seems to be as you would like it to be.
"A point well to remember."
"Whoa, boss man," Logan says with a smile. "Umboth converted these wretches to embrace the way of Forseti, so for now, they are under his/Umboth's protection," he replies.
Rage nods. "See, I know you seethe, Kadlian, and your righteous anger is well justified, against those who are evil, but if Forseti has spoken, who are we to doubt?"
"They are orcs, Rage. They will say anything to save their miserable lives and then they will turn on you when you are not expecting it."
Logan arches his left eyebrow in surprise as he expected Rage to lace into him for his replies to Kadlian.
He tries to hold back a smile, but a small smirk appears on his lips.
"Relax and enjoy, we have done quite well so far without you here, so don't get your boys all up in a bunch!" he says, as he wraps his arm around Edelle again and gives her a loving squeeze.
"It does not matter. Get them out of here or they will die."
Dor looks at Kadlian, surprised at his attitude. "These souls have embraced the way of law and goodness.If you attack them, then you must attack me as well."
Dor moves to protect the Orcs.
Kadlian snorts. "They have embraced it for now. Likely because they had the choice to convert or die and they chose the conversion route because their lives are more important to them than their convictions. Would you convert to Lloth if given that option by the Drow? Of course not. So, tell me, just how strong is their conviction? Likely just strong enough to stay alive and no more."
Rage says quietly, and intently, "Do not pursue this path, for you will lose all we have worked for."
"It is a choice between them and me, Rage. Ask Sian how he would behave if those were ogres instead of orcs."
"We will miss you," says Umboth.
"As a victim of injustice myself, I can not allow that. I once was accused of being an evil and stupid creature, because my society was different than the slavery based society I found myself in. I was blamed for a murder I did not commit because the killers were able to convince their own that I was an outsider and a murderer. These orcs seem honest in their beliefs. I am not choosing one over the other, you are, and I can not, in good conscious, allow you to kill someone who professes to have turned from their evil ways," Logan explains, getting angry that Kadlian has the balls to stroll in and take over when they have been doing quite nicely on their own. "I took a life when I first got here, because I thought he was evil and it seems the gods didn't appreciate that and punished me for it. So, don't make the same mistake I did."
Rage smiles, "And Logan has learned. We should celebrate."
"Glad to see you too, Rage," Logan says with a genuine smile.
"You know nothing of me nor my background, Logan. The orcs will leave or they will die. Have them go spread the word of Foresti to their orc brethren.
"And this party is under my leadership, or it was when you left Strabath. If things have changed, then say so. But, we are finished with our previous mission and are ready to go in search of the artifact."
"I am not under your leadership, Kadlian," says Umboth, "I serve Lord Sian, and I will answer only to him."
"And Sian is under my leadership, Umboth. While you may not answer to me directly, you do answer to me."
"If that be the case, then it will not be for much longer."
"You may be right, Umboth."
Kadlian looks around the square for Fleetwing, his hippogriff.
"Well, Umboth, what do you say?" Logan says, turning to Kadlian. "I disagree, and I have no desire to challenge your leadership, but no one has the right to waltz back in and start barking orders, so if you want, sure, you are no longer the leader. It takes a leader to respect his subordinates and that you certainly don't do, regardless of your prejudices!" Logan says in a serious tone.
Umboth stands before his flock of men and followers, crosses his arms, but says no more.
"Logan, this trip has done you some good." the woman says, "I am proud of you. We will have to see what we can do about your magic skills."
"Thank you, Rage, I agree, this trip has done me some good," he says with a long look at Edelle.
The elf maiden blows him a kiss.
"Here now, what's going on?" says a new voice, from behind Kadlian. "Put your weapons away or you shall find yourself under arrest!"
Kadlian turns and finds himself confronting the village constable.
Kadlian reluctantly sheathes his swords. "Orcs."
"And?"
"Is that not enough?"
"No it is not."
"Well, then, you have my apologies."
"I'm not looking for an apology, sir. I's looking for a better reason."
Kadlian pats the blink dogs and then mounts Fleetwing. "I am going for a ride, before I lose what little hold I have on myself. Figure out what you all want to do with this situation. I will abide by your decision."
Kadlian flies off to the west on Fleetwing.
Rage casts fly on herself and decides to she how fast she can go, and if she can catch up to Kadlian.
"Rather than splitting this party, I will leave with my followers," Umboth says, after a heavy pause. "My relationship with most of you has been...uncomfortable at best. I am perhaps too much of a zealot. But my followers have made a commitment to me and to Forseti, and I cannot forsake them."
He looks around, and finally points to the northwest...towards the black Tower of Golgar.
"I shall claim that tower, if the authorities approve, and we shall make it into a temple of of Forseti."
"FORSETI! FORSETI! FORSETI!" bellow the orcs and men with approval.
Hlarn, meanwhile, has been casting a spell, and he reports that the orcs are not evil. They tend towards neutrality and law, though a few still tend towards the evil side of that alignment.
"It was an honor traveling with you, Umboth," Logan says as he hugs him. "May the sun shine on you always.
"I hope Kadlian is happy," he adds in a sad voice, not thrilled that the party has become fractured.
"I am sure he is," mutters Umboth under his breath.
He looks to Sian.
"I am sorry, milord, but we must part ways."
He turns, and with his followers trailing behind after him, walks over to the north gate. After a brief exchange with the guard standing there, the gate is opened a few feet, and they pass out of New Golgar and into the ruined city of Golgar.
The gate is closed behind them.
"Well I have no desire to wait for them, if they found us once, they will find us again. I say we move on," Logan says with a determined look. "What do you all say?"
Dor frowns at the spot in the sky where Kadlian was last seen. Then he turns to Logan, "The last opinion on the matter suggested south, because it might be warmer. Sounds good to me. Let's go."
"Fine by me. Ladies?" he asks, looking at Edelle, then Callie.
Carburator, who has remained silent during the exchange, says, "Doesn't matter to me. It would seem the issue is resolved."
Niko shrugs. "Do you know where we're headed? I think the plans were drastically altered by our last excursion to Hell."
Hlarn nods. "We have two choices. We can continue on toward Atlantia and try and find the next part of the artifact, or help the other party in attempting to attack the arch-mage Razamataz. In doing so we will recover the piece we lost, as well as restore Zanax's soul."
Hlarn shrugs. "I think our efforts are more suited toward the first quest. None of us are powerful enough to go against an archmage."
Callie nods, and turns to the constable, who is standing there still, looking skyward, watching Kadlian and Rage circling below the overcast.
"Which way to Saltar?" she asks him.
With a bit of a start he looks down at her.
"Saltar? Aye, ye take the Saltar Road south to Bridgewater, an' there ye take the road south along the east bank of the Mississippi to Riverland. There, ye pick up the main road east into Saltar. Be careful ye take the road south from Bridgewater," he adds, "If ye stay on the Saltar Road ye'll end up in Nolthen, which can be a dangerous place, though I've heard that the route south ain't as safe as it used to be, either."
Hlarn shakes his head. "We had another teleport us, so let us wait. And in any case I'd rather not move on until this is settled. Once Kadlian comes back I'll speak with him. He has always listened to me before. Sian, please go and speak with Umboth. I think I can convince Kadlian to give the orcs a chance."
Sian, however, does not respond.
After waiting for a few more minutes outside in the chill for Rage and Kadlian to return, the cold gets the better of you, and decide to retreat back into the Golgar Gate. The cooshie and blink dogs go running off somewhere.
In the common room of the inn only a small fire burns in the grate, but it is warmer inside than it is outside. You settle down and order hot cider. The treants order beer.
The cider is bitter and the beer is weak.
After some time Kadlian and Rage enter the inn. They find the rest of the party, sans Umboth and his congregation, in the common room.
Kadlian and Rage both look rather blue with cold.
"Rage, do you think that will be enough time to identify what we brought back with us from Occa's group? And if any of you found anything magical that you have not had for a while, perhaps we could identify them as well. Rage, do you want assistance?"
"Kailar, can you go over the non-magical treasure and give us a good estimate of the haul? I would like to divide that amongst us."
"Welcome back," Logan says as he stands when the duo enter the room.
"The situation is now resolved," he says with a frown. "Edelle, honey, could you please retrieve a blanket for Lady Rage, seems the cold has gotten the better of her."
She looks at him strangely.
"Do I look like your wife? Get it yourself."
"Alright," he says with a smile.
Rage waves off anyone's assistance, and move herself to the fire, to consider life, the universe, and everything else.
"Rage, must you always be difficult?" he asks the woman.
"No," the woman replies, "I have never been difficult."
He just sighs and smiles.
Rage chuckles to herself.
"So, what have all of you decided in our absence?"
"To stay warm and have a cider," Dor replies with a grin, then frowns. "But not a very good cider."
Kadlian chuckles. "Anything else?
"Can you not see?" Logan asks, obviously still bothered. "For the good of the party, Umboth took his faithful elsewhere. So the mantle is yours yet again."
"Rage told me that the orcs were staying here. I had not realized that also meant that Umboth was staying. He is a good man and his talents will be missed. But you do not seem all that happy about Umboth's decision, Logan. Would you rather I go elsewhere as well?"
"No need, he is gone, you are here. I am not happy about Umboth's decision, because you made it out of prejudice. I am one to kill the next orc as well if one walked in, but those orcs and human bandits seemingly and honestly converted, hence they were an asset to our group. You came in, swords ready, and disrupted that. It's over, we move on, but I don't like the fact that there are elements of this group that operate in such a fashion. I will have to keep my eyes open.
"Welcome back," he says and he nods to Kadlian, "your bat and ball now, so what's the plan?"
"I see. Well, you are entitled to your viewpoint. I trust you will not be surprised that I do not share it.
"As far as what we do now, I need to know where we are, what you folks have done since we saw you last in Strabath and where you thought you should be going next."
"We cleared out a keep filled with orcs and bandits. The survivors were Umboth's converted. As of yet, we have found no clues or evidence of the item we seek," he says cryptically in case their conversation is being listened to by any of the locals.
Kadlian nods. "A detour. Well, I hope all of you were able to contribute and have some fun. I am sure it was boring just hiking from Strabath.
"So, where is this place, exactly and how far are we from our desired destination? And which way did you plan on getting there?"
Callie replies, "This is New Golgar. It's on the eastern border of Amlad. From here we go south to Bridgewater, then on down the Mississippi to Riverland."
"Though," she adds caustically, throwing a glare at Logan, "I would have preferred to finish off that old fort, rather than leaving it full of orcs, ogres and giants who can continue to terrorise the countryside. Some of us, though, are scared of snakes. I will not name names."
"Back off, toots," Logan replies, "I took a consensus of the group and the majority wanted to leave, so don't give me any of that fear of snakes crap!"
"I'll toot you, Logan," she says, resting her hand on the pommel of her sword. "Remember that ogre..?"
"How far is the fort from here, Callie? And how big is it? Could we clean it out in a few days or are we talking weeks?"
"It's about five days from here," she answers. "I don't know how large it is. We cleared a bunch of buildings in the courtyard, but the keep and the dungeons below we never got to."
Looking up from his cider, Sian says, "It seems we are going to head to Saltar in the morning. I will need some time to go and speak with Umboth before we go."
"Okay. We do not want to leave today?"
"Kad, I do understand where you are coming from. I totally agree with not wanting to have the orcs in the party. As you said I would have been the same way if they had been ogres. But I also trust Umboth's judgement," says Sian.
Kadlian nods. "To a point, I trust his as well."
"As good a friends as we are, Kad, you don't have the right to order my people around. It is the same as ordering me around. You can't do that. I just want to remind you of that," says Sian with a frown.
"We can talk about this later, Sian. I had hoped you would speak up during the disagreement, but that is past. We can try and repair our friendship, if you are willing."
"That would be great. I don't think that our friendship has changed at all. I was just pointing out something that was not correct that you just said in the heat of your anger," says Sian.
Kadlian nods in relief. "I am glad."
"I will be back in the morning ready to go. If anyone else would like to say goodbye to Umboth you are more than welcome to accompany me," says Sian as he stands to leave.
"Hold up, Sian, I will go with you," Logan says, wanting to say goodbye to a good companion and travel buddy. "See you all in the morning. Edelle, would you mind keeping me company, it can get awful cold."
Edelle turns away from Logan.
"A few weeks of casual sex and he thinks he owns me," she says to Wizbang. "And he wasn't even that good."
The barkeeper snickers at Logan upon hearing this.
"Who asked you?" he growls at the barkeeper, "maybe I need the blanket for myself, it got damn cold in here!
"Women!" he sighs.
"Whenever you are ready, Logan," says Sian as he adjusts his belt.
"Kad, if you wanted to leave sooner just say so and I will catch up. I figured you were going to be gone longer so assumed that we would hold up here and leave in the morning," states Sian.
Hlarn shakes his head. "Despite what these folks say, nothing is final. Kadlian, you are in the wrong. There is nothing else to say but that. Once not so long ago our party was deemed outlaws and villians based on the actions of others. Yet we were given a chance to tell our story and prove ourselves. Will you not give these orcs the same chance? Your hatred of their race is noted, but that doesn't excuse you putting that hatred above the good of the group. As a result, Umboth is willing to leave the party in order to preserve the peace. That alone should tell you what sort of character he has, and you should feel ashamed that your hatred has forced him to such a decision.
"I'm sorry, but I won't accept that. We need his clerical magics, and the orcs can be useful too. I too am not fond of their kind, but judging a whole race by a stereotype is wrong. We've had drow in our party, and I know you got along well enough with Gnarsh, who also had orc blood in him."
Hlarn turns to the leader of the party.
"I want you to go in there and ask Umboth and his followers to return. Tell them you will take a step and give them a chance. I'm not asking you to like them, goodness knows that few in this party probably actually like me. Not all of us are friends, and I don't ask you to be friendly to these orcs. But I do ask you to work with them as a professional. And I am asking you to trust the wisdom of your group and to think of the team first.
"I won't give you any ultimatums and say I'm leaving if you don't. But the respect this party has for its leader has taken a hit today. You can act now and repair that, or let it fester. I strongly suggest that you take this step. Without you this party will shatter and you know it. You have to be the bigger elf."
"You may be right. But, I am not ready to take that step. I will think about it."
"Someday you will probably come into real power among your own people. Do you really want the war with orcs to last forever? Someone has to take a first step. You bemoan the endless raids of their kind. How are those raids ever going to end as long as distrust rules? Give these orcs a chance, and perhaps others of their kind will also have the courage to change their ways."
Kadlian snorts. "Do you have any idea how many thousands of years orcs have attacked our races? And you expect that they will change? You are not so naive, Hlarn."
"But if you keep a closed mind, Kadlian, then it will never end, at least make the effort or are you too afraid to be proven wrong?" Logan counters.
"I have seen them break too many truces. Seen too many dead elven citizens to buy this argument so easily, Logan. I fear to be proven right."
Hlarn nods. "Those truces were with orc tribes still ruled by their dark god. The gods are eternal, and their will never falters. To expect the One Eyed god to keep his word is folly."
"However we are not in that same situation. If a small group of orcs can change dieties, then they might one day sway others to their cause and take control of their nation. In this manner might a lasting peace be found."
"I hope you are right. I have not the ability to see into the future to know."
Hlarn shakes his head. "And there you are wrong. The one thing I do know about orcs is that they follow strength. They attack the elves because they are goaded into doing so by the One Eyed god, who's hate of elves is eternal. Without that pressure, they would be content to stay in their caves minding their own business."
"Until they run out of food and raid someone else rather than learning how to grow their own."
Hlarn nods. "That is where the strong leader I propose for these orcs steps in and whips the lazy cretins to action. I'm not saying orcs can be made into a perfect society, but I have seen how a change of leadership can have a positive effect. One solution is to turn the general disregard orcs have for life, along with their high birth rates, toward endevours that are dangerous but still productive. There are metallic ores for instance that are highly prized by alchemists and mages for their unique properties. However the dwarvish people do not dare mine them except on rare occassions, because the heavy rocks give one a slow sickness that clerics are hard pressed to cure. Orcs on the other hand make the perfect workforce for such tasks, and can mine it much more quickly as without regard for themselves. It kills off the excess population which normally would die in war, and secures the leaders even more with riches."
Kadlian shudders. "You are a cold dwarf, Hlarn. That is not something I would ever suggest. Rather a quick death, than a long, lingering one."
Hlarn shrugs. "Over time we are hopeful that the orcs can learn to control their baser instincts and avoid breeding like rabbits, but the current situation on my world with this one tribe is certainly better than the alternative."
"However if you are able to break them away from the worship of their dark god, by changing their leaders, then in one swift move you can alter the course of their nation. I have seen such happen on my world, where the Haruk Hai live in relative peace adjacent to the dwarvish lands."
Hlarn nods toward the tower Umboth went after. "The first steps might be repeated here. By travelling with us, those orcs can learn of our ways and advance in power far beyond the keen of ordinary orcish folk. Someday they might return to their homes and take command. Not easily of course, and without a doubt involving much bloodshed. But it is possible. As such they probably won't be able to alter the basic nature of orcs, but they can certainly put them on a less warlike footing."
Hlarn shrugs. "The odds are long, but I've just mapped out one possible route in ending the fighting."
Kadlian's knuckles are white as he grips his sword hilts. "Very well, Hlarn, I will go speak with Umboth. On two conditions, however, do I let them join us. One, you and Umboth will be responsible for their behavior. They step out of line and you two are to discipline them. If I have to do it, I will kill the troublemakers. Two, they and I do not interact until I am ready to do so.'
Hlarn nods. "I can agree with those terms, and in fact I was going to suggest it."
"Then I will go speak with Umboth. The rest of you are welcome to come along or stay here."
"I am most assuredly going to come along. Kad, you have impressed me again. This is one of the reasons I do enjoy having you as a friend. I will make sure that Umboth understands the conditions," states Sian.
Kadlian smiles. "This is going to be very hard for me. And I am likely going to say and do things that make this process harder. I hope you all can insulate me from the orcs and vice-versa so that this process can come to the end that Hlarn lays out."
"But at least you have an open mind," Logan remarks. "Boss man, would you like me to come along and keep you out of trouble?"
"As I said, any of you are welcome to come along. But, as for keeping me out of trouble, I have little faith in that. After all, you have a hard time keeping on the good side of Edelle and Rage, two of the nicest ladies that I know."
His mouth starts to move, but nothing comes out.
"Fine, I will still come with you to make sure there is no overt hostility on either side," he says. "Damn, seems I am becoming a gentleman in my old age!
"I will be ready to go in a few moments," he says as he approaches Edelle. "And what bit you in he ass, my dear?"
"Not you, that's for sure," she replies coldly, her back still turned to him.
"Sian, maybe you should go ahead. If Umboth is half as stubborn as me, he may not be willing to speak with me."
"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing," says Sian "I will make sure that he is receptive of your offer.
"Do not force him, Sian. If he needs some time to cool off, we can always make the offer another time."
Sian heads out to seek Umboth, alone.
Logan puts his arms around Edelle from behind, in a warm hug and kisses the back of her neck.
"I apologize if I upset you, I didn't mean to. I would like, if you want, for you to join us to see Umboth," he asks, and then kisses her neck again.
She goes rigid.
"Stop that," she says in a clipped tone.
"Hmmm. Perhaps one of you would like to remain here with Malvis and myself?" Dor suggests.
"Fine," he says, exaggerating movements of letting go of her. "What is your problem?"
"Why don't you ask your friend Rage that?"
"What does Rage have to do with this? She is my teacher and since I was in the middle of a debate with Kadlian, I thought you could do me a favor," he says honestly. "I have none nor have I had any emotional feelings for her, she is my mentor, since I arrived in this world, she took me under her wing and has helped me. Don't be angry, honey. I will never ask you to do something for another woman again, unless you invite her over."
Malvis smiles at those words from Logan, since he now realizes that he is not the only one in the group to consider Rage his mentor. Sighing, he realizes that he doesn't have much time to consider how many might be in the same position, since he's apparently going to be the only sober one left in the bar soon. Malvis sits down and orders a sasparilla.
"Don't you remember calling out her name in the height of our passion, you lowlife? She's got you, alright. Why don't you go and sit at her feet?"
"No, I do not, I do not and have not thought of her in that fashion. Too many piercings for my liking," Logan retorts, "but if that is the way you want to be, go have fun elsewhere. Shame, I really thought we had something good!" he says and points to the bar, "Go!"
Logan leaves her be and continues his conversation with Kadlian and the others.
Meanwhile, Hlarn continues the discussion with Kadlian.
The dwarf shakes his head. "That was just one possibility out of millions you know. These fellows might be a waste of time." Hlarn smiles. "The important thing is that you can't turn down unique opportunities to change the future because of age old hatreds. It's not every day an orc changes his ways. Its our duty to encourage such behavior."
"I guess..." Kadlian sounds dubious.
Hlarn then sighs. "Most likely these poor orcs are going to be toast at the first bad guy we meet. By travelling with us they will very much be out of their league you know. Unfortunately orcs, like elves, are very difficult to bring back from the dead."
"Well, I will do my best to not use them as fodder against our enemies. Maybe that will enable them to live a little longer."
Hlarn will go with Kadlian to meet with Umboth.
Kadlian turns to Callie.
"You folks have made pretty good progress. Any guesses as to how long it will take to get to our destination?"
Callie shrugs.
"I think we have a long walk ahead," says Wizbang.
"Hmm... Well, that is a shame."
"Well, we could always split our forces and leave a contingent behind to continue the clearing of the fort while others continued on the journey. That is, if Rage does not mind being our transportation mage, again. Our we could all go back. I am open to suggestions on this matter. I know that when you do a lot of traveling, you need to blow off some steam from time to time."
"Kadlian, I do not mind teleporting group members around," the mage says, "If we wish to clean out this keep, we need to do it quickly. I am sure we could probably do that, but if we lose too much time, who knows what will happen to our targets? Also, however, it is still cold and traveling is not the easiest, perhaps if we were to spend a week cleaning out this keep, we could get better weather for traveling, and making progress."
The dwarf turns to Rage. "Is that something within your capabilities, teleporting the lot of us at once?"
Rage frowns. "My capabilities? I can teleport twice a day, and with reduction spells move some people and equipment. It is the same as it was a month ago."
"Well, then splitting the group may be the best way. Send some of us towards our destination and the rest can go to the keep. You and the crystal ball have to stay with one of the groups, obviously."
Niko rolls his eyes. "Hey, this isn't gonna be one of those dungeon crawling expeditions, is it? I mean, that's like the fly walking into the spider's parlour! Why don't we try something like getting them to come out to us? Or knock down the whole keep...I mean, the whole point is just to kill everythin' in that keep, right?"
"Right," says Callie.
Niko grins and winks at Callie. "Ah, another voice of reason!"
"We cleared out most of it, I don't know what Callie is complaining about," Logan retorts, seemingly angry at all women at this point.
"I thought Callie said you only cleared the main floor. You did not explore above or below. Was that not correct?"
"The snake venom might have messed up my memories. Listen to her," he says with a weak smile.
"Snake venom? Logan, what happened?"
"I was attacked and coiled by a giant snake. Through everyone's efforts I was released but the damn reptile bit me a few times," he replies with a shake as the memory of getting his breath squeezed out of him flits painfully through his head.
"And you have recovered?"
"Yes, other than my pride being hurt more than anything, I am fully mended, thanks," he says with a sheepish grin. "Seems the ladies around here can keep a barbarian horde under control if they so choose," he says, looking from Callie to Edelle to Rage.
"That has always been the way."
"Is Rage alright? She seems rather quiet," he asks.
"That is a question to ask Rage. I am not aware of any problems. She is concerned about me."
Rage smiles at this statement.
"There is much to be concerned about," she says simply. "We approach a nexus, and I am not sure how best to proceed."
"Ok," he says. "Call me when we are ready."
Loagn approaches Rage.
"Teacher, is everything alright?" he asks her. "Seems like we are both having a hell of a day."
Rage just smiles, calmly. "My day has been fine. Much better than yours. Learn control, and learn it well. The sins of the flesh can be forgiven, the sins of the mind, less so."
"True enough, so what happened with the other group?" he asks, wondering how their time apart was.
"Not now, Logan Obi-Wan, not now," the mage says, sinking into an eerie reverie.
"True, it can be dangerous. But, if you knock the whole thing down, how do you recover whatever treasure they had?"
Niko snorts. "Keep your eye on the ball, Kad. Our mission isn't even concerned with this keep, unless you think they've got what we're lookin' fer. The only reason I kin see to attack them is to not have them at our back and to help the local people."
"Fair enough, Niko. You and Logan have made your feelings clear. I would like to hear what the others wish to do. We can send one group along the road and let the other group explore the Keep. I realize it is not necessarily fun for the group on the road, but it is a possibility."
Niko shakes his head. "If we attack the keep, we attack in force...throw everything we've got at it...spells, barrels of flaming oil and the kitchen sink if we can find one!"
"Let's not do it half-way!"
Kadlian shrugs. "Why?"
Niko shrugs back. "Because this won't be a stealth mission, so numbers are important. I've got several ideas, although a scouting report on the size and location and inhabitants of the keep is important, too."
"Consider also, if they've got something that's really valuable there, then they're pretty tough and could cost us some party members...which would hinder our mission. And if they're not really tough, then they probably don't have diddly-squat worth taking."
"Before we joined up, it sounds like they were doing just fine. Lend them a little more firepower and it should not be too hard. Plus, some of our less experienced folks could learn some skills."
"This is not a training exercise! Don't underestimate what lies within the keep. Not to take anything away from your follower and these party members, but they may have been facing the cannon fodder of the keep."
"Perhaps. Perhaps not."
"Hell! And I mean that literally...consider how much treasure we just took from there! Can you really think that the amount there is that significant considering our mission?"
"Not much, apparently. Robert withheld the treasure from the second dragon. I wish he had said something about that. Not, that I wanted to be greedy and take it all, but it was just odd to be so quiet about it."
Niko grins. "Well, that's because only a few of us actually fought it and it wasn't his to give away. I'll claim my share later."
"No, that is not the way it works for division of treasure. At least, not usually. We all were there. The rest of us were caring for the wounded and the dead. And the dragon's horde was from both dragons, not just the one that you few folks killed."
"Worse comes to worse, if we really want to, we can sift through the rubble using a few Detect Magic and (patting his cutlass) Dwarf's Envy here to look for treasure."
"And how do you move tons of rubble to retrieve it?"
Niko shrugs. "Time and sweat and some spells. Where there's a will, there's a way!"
Kadlian shrugs again. "And how does that gain anyone but the magic users some experience?"
"Everyone participates. Just because a few spells are cast doesn't mean that it won't be labor intensive or have ideas that are useful. And what does experience have to do with it?"
Callie starts to reply, but Vanadil nudges her.
"If we have a long trek before us, I'm sure we'll find plenty of other opportunities to let off steam along the way," she interjects.
"That too, is a good observation," the mage says, in agreement.
Kadlian looks at Vanadil with amusement. "Very well. Maybe on the way back, Callie."
"Do any of you need to train?"
The followers shake their heads.
"All right, then we leave in the morning. Make sure you have restocked your supplies."
Rage stands up. "I will accompany you Kad."
"I hoped you would."
Malvis, who has been standing by quietly as the debate raged over the innate vs. cultural debate of evil in orcs, is brought out of his reverie by Rage's comment.
"I'll wait for you, here, Rage," is all he says, quietly.
"I'm gonna wait here too," Dor replies. "Bring us another round, barkeep. I'll take a beer, this time."
Emm searches his purse. He pulls out a diamond and an ankle bracelet, setting them aside, before finding some coins to pay for the drinks. He retrieves the valuables from the table and stows them.
Kadlian glances around to see if anyone noticed Dor's riches. Quietly he says, "You might not want to flash that kind of loot around in this town. Especially when the rest of us are about to leave you."
The barkeeper's eyes widen at the sight of Dor's riches.
"Would ye like some of me secret stock, kind sir?" he asks in a whisper.
"Aah. Now that's the kind of offer I've been waiting for," Dor replies.
Niko leans in and smiles. "Now, that wouldn't by chance include some fine brandy, would it?"
"Ahh, no sir."
Niko scowls and rolls his eyes upward. "Sheesh! What kind of second rate bar is this? What else ya got?"
"I'll not have you insulting the quality of my fine establishment, elf!" the bartender cries. He points to the door. "Out with you!
Niko ignores the bartender.
The barman leaves, and comes back with a small cask a few minutes later. This he opens, and pours a glowing amber stream into a clean glass for Dor.
"Halfling brew," he explains, passing the glass over to the warrior.
Niko raps his knuckles on the bar. "Hey! Where's my glass?"
"Don't be stingy barkeep. A round for Niko, and any other of my friends who wish to partake," Dor declares. "To your health," he toasts as he downs the Halfling brew. "Mmm. Fantastic."
"What's that? Oh, don't worry. The folks around here are harmless." Dor grins and raises his glass in a toast to no one in particular. "We'll be fine. Go ahead and apologize to Umboth. We'll hold down the fort here. Right Malvis?"
"Malvis, you might want to reconsider."
Malvis considers for a moment, then answers, "I told Rage I would wait for her here. Besides, this town seems very well patrolled. We'll be fine here. And someone who doesn't enjoy alcoholic refreshments should stay here. So I guess I'm the one. And I have a lot of thinking to do, after my somewhat brief sojourn to hell. It was cut short rather quickly, and I have much to think about. So go on, we'll be fine; I promise."
"Just be careful. Bar fights can be very dangerous."
Niko snorts. "Don't worry a bit, Kad...I'll make sure these lads don't get into too much trouble!"
"Yeah. Like that bar in Sandas, eh Niko?" Dor grins. "What was it called? The Rusty Scupper or some such."
Niko grins. "Oh, like that was my fault. If you hadn't drank so much that night, you wouldn't have challenged that half-ogre to a wrestling match..."
"Who is going to watch you?" Kadlian grins.
"How about having some of these lovely ladies watch me?" Niko replies with a grin.
"The 'lovely ladies' have minds of their own and can make their own decisions."
"Indeed we can," murmurs Edelle, moving away from Logan and approaching Niko, "Hi there..."
"Real nice," Logan says with a shake of his head.
Niko flashes Edelle a smile "Hello there yerself, lass!"
He pulls over a chair "Have a seat!"
She sits down close by him.
Turning to the bartender he shouts "Bartender! Bring a drink over here for the prettiest lass in this place!"
"I told you to get out!"
Niko sighs and fishes out a small ruby (500 gp). "Apologies my good man. Perhaps this will persuade you to forget my insult and serve us your best food and drink while we relax in your fine establishment."
The ruby vanishes.
"Insult? What insult? You are my finest customer, milord!"
He hurries off and returns a short time later with a decanter of the finest gnomish brandy.
Kailar steps in.
"Please forgive my companion, Common is not his best language. He was raised by wolves in the wild. What he meant to say was:
"I am surprised that a fine establishment such as this would be bereft of any luxury."
"Please allow me to compensate you in some small way for his misunderstanding."
"Aye, wax in my ears, my fine gnome. I understand him perfectly, now," the barkeep replies. "Have some brandy."
He puts some logs on the fire.
Niko looks toward Edelle, Callie and Miss Wizbang (and any other young ladies that might be hanging around). "Would any of you ladies like to stay warm in here and toss back a few drinks?"
Niko pulls out a deck of cards.
"Perhaps play a hand or two of poker..."
He grins and adds, "...doesn't even have to be for money..."
"Strip poker?" inquires Edelle.
Wizbang's mouth forms a large "O".
Niko grins and checks out Edelle and Miss Wizbang "Sure...looks like both of you have enough clothing to last at least a few hands..."
"I'm not very good at card games..." says Edelle coyly.
Niko guffaws. "Yeah, and mother was an ogre!"
With a wink he adds, "Although, I'll make sure the bartender adds some wood to the fire so that you won't be cold by the end of the night!"
He then turns to Dor, Malvis and Miss Wizbang. "You guys in? Miss Wizbang?"
"I've never been very lucky at card games," Dor replies. "So perhaps my luck will turn tonight. Sure, why not?"
Malvis smiles shyly, and says, "Well, I guess I know a little about cards. I'll try my best."
Malvis' smile changes from shy to sly.
Wizbang blushes.
"Ever seen a male naked?" asks Callie with a chuckle, "Now's your chance!"
Wizbang turns scarlet.
Niko chuckles. "Does that mean YOU'LL be joining us, Callie? Or does that armor stay on even when you sleep?"
"I'm not leaving," she answers, "And no, the armour comes off."
"Sally, maybe you should come with me."
Logan chuckles at Kadlian's remark.
"You trust me more than Niko?" he asks with a chuckle.
Kadlian smiles. "No."
Niko snorts and grins mischievously. "Kadlian, I think the women can make up their own minds. Or is Miss Wizbang the exception?"
"Sally can make her own decision. But, I do not want peer pressure applied to her to make her stay."
Niko raises an eyebrow. "I gave her the same offer I gave Edelle and Callie...Edelle has graciously decided to stay...I'm not sure what Callie has decided..."
Niko turns to Miss Wizbang. "Sally, are you interested in staying?"
"Nooo, no, master," she stammers at Kadlian. "I can stay here. Unless you insist."
Callie bursts out laughing.
"That is your decision, Sally. You can stay, if that is your desire."
"Seems we have the same luck with women today, boss man," Logan says with a wry smile.
Kadlian shakes his head. "I do not understand, Logan. My only concern was to make sure that Sally really wanted to stay and she was not feeling pressure from the good-natured teasing of her friends. I do not mind that she is staying."
Niko nudges Edelle. "Let's see if she'll be laughing at the end of the night after she loses all her clothing..."
"Sally, you don't have to do this, if you don't want," stutters Malvis, now beginning to turn a deep shade of red as he realizes just what kind of poker game they are about to play. "I myself have never, I'm afraid, been , uh, well, you know. Undressed. In the sight of others. Especially a...a...woman."
Malvis' face has by now completed the transformation, and he is entirely red-faced.
"I expect we'll be seeing some fine food soon, too...right? None of that greasy mutton stuff, though!" Niko says to the innkeeper.
"Some filet, sir?"
"That's a good start. A filet for each of us staying. Oh, and bring some wine, bread and cheese out while we're waiting."
Niko pours some brandy for himself and Edelle. He then offers some to those staying.
"Well then, relax and grab a chair and a glass! You too, Sally! There's much merry-making to be done, but I hate doing it on an empty stomach! I hope all of you like filet!"
"Callie," Logan says with a nod to the warrior woman. "If you have time later, Callie, could you please give me some lessons in the use of a crossbow?"
"I don't use the crossbow," she answers, "But I could teach you how to emasculate an ogre."
She grins ferociously.
"Sounds like fun," he says with a grin, "is anyone proficient in a crossbow that can give me some pointers?" he asks.
"Aye. I can teach ya to use the heavy crossbow if ya like."
"My thanks," he says with a smile, nodding to him. "When I come back from Umboth, I would like that," he says.
"Have fun, kids," he says, looking at Edelle and then Wizbang.
Kadlian, Hlarn, Logan and Rage depart back out into the frigid afternoon.
An hour or so after departing, Sian, Kadlian, Logan, Hlarn and Rage return. Umboth, the orcs and the bandits are not with them.
They find that the rest of the party has retired to a private room for the poker game.
Upon entering, they find Niko, Emm, Edelle, Wizbang and Callie sitting at a table in various stages of undress while the rest of the group watches in amusement. The remains of a grand dinner are on a sideboard.
As the recent arrivals enter, the sixth player - Kailar's cat - lays down his hand for all to see: four aces.
"Meow," he announces.
"Not again," mutters Edelle, as she removes her silk bra and throws it atop the large pile of clothes already in front of the victorious cat. She turns to the elf beside her, "Drop those drawers, Niko!"
Eventually, a discussion about magic erupts.
Hlarn looks over the meager pile of equipment. "I thought we had more than this..."
Rage replies, "I had thought that we had allowed others to claim items at various times, and they has subsequently left the party. Further, we have worked to outfit all the followers with what we could."
The unclaimed magic pile was lost when the mages of Mestom fireballed the party. This is what you have acquired since.
Niko picks up the small envelopes and studies them "Anyone know what's in these?"
"We found them at the fort," replies Callie.
Niko's eyes nearly pops out of his head in disbelief, as he tosses down a full house of kings over jacks. "That's unbelievable! I finally get a good hand..."
Kadlian grins and says, "I guess none of you ever heard about Sir? He has beaten some of the gods at poker. I expect you all will be naked in a few more hands."
Kadlian finds a seat to watch from.
Smiling widely at Edelle's half naked body, Logan instantly blanches when he sees Sir at the table. Remembering the last incident with the car, he backpedals and leaves the room, seeking solace elsewhere.
Niko grins at Edelle. "Heh! Words I've been waiting to hear from you all night, Edelle!"
Niko opens an envelope to check the contents, being very careful if it has a powder in it.
There is indeed a fine silvery powder inside.
Kadlian stops Niko. "Let Rage and Hlarn do their thing before playing with something potentially dangerous. Especially in a small room with all of us here."
Niko responds reluctantly, "Aye, aye, captain."
Hlarn casts detect trap, followed by several auguries wondering if the letters will harm the person who reads them.
No traps...and no danger.
"Rage can identify it later. Who knows what the powder does?"
Niko feels a sneeze coming on, but manages to stifle it.
He reads the outside of the envelope and asks to no one in particular, "What the hell is Viagara?"
"I think it is a river in the Northeast where married couples go to float in barrels," Dor replies. "But they say you must watch out for the waterfall."
Eventually you retire for the night.