Sheriff Hemlock
Sabacen walked next to Drux, nearly in a light jog in order to keep up with Drux’s long strides. Fortunately, it was only a few feet to the Garrison Entrance. Tansy stepped forward, and the gates immediately began to part for her entrance, then slowly closing behind her again. Snubs had seemingly slipped through next to her, unnoticed yet, but the rest remained outside. Sabacen took a few steps forward, ready to explain his way through the doors, but Tansy turned to the guards, saying, “It’s okay; they’re with me.”
The men continued to follow Tansy through the halls, and eventually to a guarded door: the Sheriff’s Office. As they entered, Sheriff Hemlock nodded, shifted some papers aside, and gave the group his attention.
“The goblin tribes are working together; they have the same leather armor insignia marking them. The seem to have already pushed out the troglodytes; we found some living in the tower.” Sabacen watched Hemlock’s face as Tansy spoke, noticing the stern twist of his brow, fingers clenching just slightly.
“Troglodytes, that far inland? I’ll have to sen word to Magnimar; we can only handle one tribe at a time,” he responded, reaching for some fresh paper.
Drux spoke up from behind Sabacen, “That must have been why I had to fight so many of them on my way here; young troglodytes, goblins, hobgoblins, even a bugbear.”
With this new information, Hemlock stands to address them: “We can’t have problems like this right now, not with so many people traveling for the Festival. Tansy, I hate to impose on you – and I don’t really know the rest of you, but if you’re with Tansy, that’s good enough for me – but we could use some help keeping things running for the Festival. The troops are going to be thinned already. I mean, please do enjoy the Festival, but just having some people keeping an eye on things would help.”
Sabacen steps forward at this point, grasping the opportunity: “He, sir. And if you need any scouting done outside of town after the Festival, I would be happy to help.”
“Thank you. I will be able to ask for some aid, but it won’t arrive until after the Festival. Magnimar should be able to help, perhaps even Fort Rannick as well. Was there anything else you saw or learned about? Anything else you needed? I don’t mean to rush you out, but there is quite a lot to get ready for tomorrow.”
“Don’t encourage people to go check out the tower; there is still some danger there,” Sabacen states. “Yeah, we need to get some druids or clerics out there,” Zevran adds in.
“I will make a note to speak to Father Zantus before sending anyone out there. I may need to grow our militia, put some word out there to find able-bodied townsfolk to train just in case the worst happens.” He sits down, looking up into their faces with unexpected openness, “It’s been a quiet five years, but no one in this town looks at me without thinking about how I got here.”
Hemlock glances away and clears his throat, “Anyway, I’m going to start working on this, and you all can enjoy the rest of your day and the Festival.”