Initial attempts by Thaerun and Ral to interrogate the prisoner are unsuccessful, as the prisoner does not appear to speak Imperial common, and her language sounds to her would-be interrogators like a long series of dissatisfied grunts.
Using Redrenn as a translator, Thaerun asks why the dragonborn are attacking shipping lanes. W’rix responds that her “people” were cheated by Svalt traders who took what they wanted but didn’t deliver the promised goods in return. Redrenn claims not to know anything about this as he is just a poleman, not a trader himself.
Thaerun then asks what their instructions were in the attack. W’rix replies that they were to take the goods but take no prisoners – in her words, to extract the “price in trade and the price in blood” that her tribe is owed by the cheating Svalt.
Diarmuid asks what will happen when the escapee gets back to the leaders with a report of what happened. W’rix says that the dragonborn will try to return and finish the job, but she assures him that the journey to her home village takes seveRal days so they will not return soon.
Diarmuid asks whether there’s a way to discuss with the bosses to negotiate a settlement. Redrenn indicates that his bosses would want to negotiate a peaceful agreement, as their concern is profit and the current situation is not helping them reach this goal. W’rix says that the group has demonstrated they are worthy to enter the tribal territory based on their success in battle and agrees to escort the group to her homeland. She swears an oath to ensure their safe passage into the swamp… though she cannot guarantee their safe return, which she indicates will depend on the group’s comportment while among her people. When asked why the group should believe her and not suspect they are being led into a trap, she explains that among her people “word is bond.”
Diarmuid asks whether any of Redrenn’s bosses are in next town. Redrenn indicates that they’ll be there and talking to them can be arranged though the matter is delicate and needs to be approached with subtlety. Redrenn says he can do it himself, as it would be dangerous to himself and to the rest of the group if his bosses were aware that the others knew about the gang’s activities.
When the group arrives at the docks of Ruandeau, the locals express shock at the state of the shipment and its couriers. The group notices that the population of the city is almost all S’valt.
Redrenn directs unloading of the merchandise and loot, which includes 8 spears taken from the fallen dragonborn. He tells the group to go to O’Tom’s for supplies and tell O’Tom that Redrenn sent them. He suggests that they take W’rix with them, then sidles off into the crowd and disappears.
The group leaves the crew to set up a return shipment and prepare for the journey back to Glen’an’Ril.
When the group reaches O’Tom’s, seveRal of the party members are reluctant to enter, as the shop is very crowded – mainly with fish over many varieties, which cover all the surfaces and hang down from the rafters. After first attempting to sell the group some fine (though pungent) fish, O’Tom eventually offers to sell the group rafts and bladders. Nassir negotiates to trade the crocodile skin for 7 bladders and some poultices. Rabia selects poultices that actually work and the group buys 50 doses. The goods are distributed among group members – 1 bladder and 7 poultices per person. Rabia hangs on to the extra poultice.
Next, the group heads to Rakomar’s (the weaponsmith’s) to sell the 8 spears they looted from the fallen dragonborn (market value 10G). Thaerun sweet talks Rakomar, who tests out the spears to determine their quality. They negotiate a price of 35G for the lot, but around that time W’rix begins grunting, in what appears to be distress. Luckily, Redrenn reappears while the group is trying to understand what W’rix is upset about. She cannot understand why the group would trade such valuable weapons for “small pieces of worthless metal” and that, in any case, the spears are needed to lay to rest the bodies and souls of her brethren. The group grudgingly agrees not to sell the spears and to follow through with the traditional ‘burial’ rights, which consist of hanging the corpses in trees in the swamp and skewering each one with a spear.
The group ducks out of Rakomar’s shop quickly, hoping to avoid his scorn at their withdrawal of the spears after he agreed to a fair price, and they begin their journey through the swamp, distributing the dragonborn corpses as they go. Notice scorch marks on many of the skeleton-like trees scattered throughout the swamp, and W’rix explains that the souls exit the corporeal form through the spears, which conduct the soul out of the body and into the sky. Sure enough, as it approaches evening and the group has just hung the final corpse, a storm approaches, and the group observes from a distance as each of the ‘burial’ trees appears to be struck by lightening. (Storm head with 8 distinct lightening strikes, which hit the trees where the bodies are.)
Rabia sets up a super-awesome campsite. The group decides to take 6-hour shifts standing guard and divides into two watches (1 – Nassir, Redrenn, Thaerun, and Arjuna; 2 – Diarmuid, Ral, W’rix, Rabia).
Two tents lost in battle.