Week 13 - Are we there yet?

We woke up and proceeded on our way. We're no where near Waterdeep, it feels like we're only at the start of our trek.

Our caravan is leading the group and we find a merchant and his guards are under attack by a bunch of Hobgoblins. They looked so big and mean! They were also very far away, and I wasn't about to leave our egg unattended and more importantly, unprotected. Thankfully, the rest of the guys were able to beat them up pretty soundly, but I was ready for an arrow to come flying my way.

We get done and talk with the folks, and their cart is completely ruined. They asked if they could join our caravan, and while we weren't necessarily interested in more eyes that could spot our egg, the vendor that hired us had no problem striking a deal.

So our caravan is a little bigger, some have to walk because there's no room, but everyone is pretty happy. All of a sudden we get to a point where the field is dark and rainy, and there were lots of little mushrooms growing in the field. I've never seen anything in my life. Baalor decides to just run around and with his great axe make a clearing for us because none of the people in any part of the caravan wanted to proceed.

Whack, whack, stomp, stomp. Each time Baalor connected with a little mushroom, it let out this little moan/cry. That was weird. 

It's cold, it's rainy, but we make it to a roadside inn. Thank goodness, we're gonna get some food and dry clothes. We head in and there were some snobby folk chilling in the tavern. Baalor gets a little steamed and wants to start a brawl. Patrin is ready to prank them. Patrin tries to prank them, but to fail. Guess that only means one thing.

​FIGHT!