Anthony Resby

It took five full days to reach Hultail, one of them solely becase the route from Suzail runs quite zig and then zag. Not much could be done about it other than getting a boat in Immersea, which would probably mean renting a boat, and Anthony was not in such a hurry. In fact, in no particular hurry at all. The summer days were nice and sunny. Anthony had enough camping gear to sleep where he was at day's end - luckily, there was no rain, otherwise it would have been less comfortable. On his way through Wheloon Anthony spent half an hour looking how the construction of new temple to Mystra is going, attempted to chat with the builders (who claimed not to know anything and told their foreman went to lunch), had a lunch too and went off without further waiting for the foreman. Hopefully they did not have any mail for Junirill or Hultail - indeed, why would they?

Near the village, he overtook what seemed to be a four-man adventuring band. Typical size. Typical types. He sighed. Adventurers.

First thing to do in Hultail was to visit the inn and ask for Elebril. Elebril was there. Anthony handed him the packet, was told to wait, ordered food, lodging and bathing for both him and the horse (cheap rates prefferred, please nothing fancy) and sat to dine while Elebril reads papers upstairs.

Then the adventurers came.