Back on the road outside Bullhead Canyon, the three travelers came to an abandoned wagon. The pony that once pulled the wagon lay dead; its stomach ripped open and entrails fed upon.
I pulled this altered encounter from the Eye of the Wyvern. We had finished with Wrath of the Minotaur and we still had some time left to play.
Climbing up on top, Starlight poked about the wagon. She noted that most of the goods were food supplies. Barrels of ale and bags of grain were all tied down neatly to prevent any loss on a possible bumpy road. There was also a single blanket.
Kay: Just one blanket?
DM: Yep. One single quivering blanket is just behind the main seat of the wagon, between two barrels.
Kay: I have a dagger ready and I pull it back.
Underneath the blanket was a trembling halfling. He cringed in fear and his arms shielded his face from certain doom.
Murri: Yondalla, spare me!
Starlight: My name isn’t Yondalla.
DM: Actually, as a halfling you know he’s referring to the halfling goddess Yondalla.
Kay: Do I have to serve a goddess?
DM: It’s just something Starlight would know.
The Enemy of Good Wine and Food
After a few questions, the halfling related the story of the how he was attacked by winged lizards with sharp tails. He hid himself in the cart, while the creatures feasted on his pony.
Sue: We should hitch up our pony to help pull his cart to Eastbrook.
Kay: It’s MY pony and I don’t trust him. He could be tricking us.
DM: He appears to be sincere.
Kay: But he’s a halfling.
Sue: So are you.
Kay: That’s why I don’t trust him!
Despite Starlights’s protests, they decided to help Murri Thistletoes.
Murri: I do appreciate the help and the protection. I desperately need the coin that I’ll get from the Winter Wolf. Those barrels are full of Whip Wine, you know?
Circe: It’s not a problem. We were headed that way.
Alina: What’s Whip Wine?
Murri: Only the best wine created on the surface! Aside from that Sunshine the elves are always trading, of course. It’s made from Whip Vine gathered in the Untamed Wilds, which you probably figured out from its name.
Starlight climbed on to the back of her pony, while the other three climbed into the wagon.
Tess: You’re not going to ride in the wagon?
Kay: I don’t want him snooping in my saddle bags looking for anything.
Starlight suspiciously looked behind her at the halfling Murri. She yanked the reigns and her pony pulled the cart along the road.