After less than a day of rest, the party is motivated once more to take to the roads. Was it luck what they found? Or was it fate. It was most certainly what they desired most … except for Sir Kjarri. He wanted dragons. … But you can’t always get what you want.
But if you try some times.
You just might find.
You get what you need!
OK. I’ll stop now.
The party splits up once in Selvos, going back to their respective lodgings for the night. Maketa Seenaë Dyren spends a considerable amount of time in the temple, thanking Larani for her life. Sir Kjarri of Setara had dinner with his mother and regaled her with tales of their past adventure.
After discussing with Sir Sylgen Lyrsis, Sir Tirn of Selvos suggests to the party a few options for their next tour of duty. They decide to go with the caravan and protect it on their way to Dunir. The party stops at the armour, and Sir Kjarri and Seenaë make arrangements to improve their armour. Since the caravan will not be leaving for a few days, the group decides to make another pass towards to the north-east. Along the road the party smells smoke, and hurry towards the smell. They see an overturned cart on fire, a small wagon, and a troupe of Agrikan knights looting the small caravan.
The party attacks, and after a hard battle manage to defeat all invaders and save two of the men from the caravan. They strip the bodies (of the dead knights), and bring the booty, the injured men, and the remnants of their goods to the nearest town; they rest there for the night.
The party heads back to Selvos, arriving there in the evening.
They sell the Agrikan booty.