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And so, the heroes decided to spend some of their coin on arming themselves from a merchant's shop in the center of the town of Stromhold. It didn't go as planned. All of them were nearly broke. A handful of gold coins was a little more than enough to sustain the population's citizens most of the time, even after taxes, but with the group's one hundred and twenty coins between them all, they couldn't afford to fully arm and protect even one of them. Sherlock sighed. "It isn't safe for us to even start the investigation." She lamented. Drakel agreed. "Barioth should be more than armed just with some kind of metal covering his fist for battle. I can sling fire spells, and you, my dear lady, can kill with that simple oaken club. Unfortunately, Brodark here has angered The Light somehow. He can no longer use magic, and he has nothing but the clothe's on his back. We bought this bronze sword for him, but he still has no protection. Unlike you he can't dodge an enemy's assault like they were turtles crawling towards you." 

Brodark interjected. . . "Well, The Light has told me in order to acquire my healing power back, I have to go outside the village and slay some of the local beasts. They are dangerous enough that killing them will protect the townsfolk, and they are weak enough that challenging them shouldn't be fatal to professionals like us even though I'm not exactly armed to the teeth" Sherlock nodded. "We need money anyway. We can sell their pelts for gold and make enough to arm the rest of us, and you. We needed to anyway. Um. . . If I may ask, what did you do to anger The Light?" Sherlock asked curiously. Brodark shrugged, as if he didn't know, but then he spoke, "Too much pre-marital intimacy."

The group wandered around for hours. . . rabbits the size of dogs attacked the group. . . large, feral bears seemed to join the group of savage beasts on the prowl. Most odd fro them to be working together. Brodark dodged an incoming bite from one of the rabbit monsters. . . and promptly sliced off it's head. Sherlock clobbered the bear on it's thick skull hard, but she only managed to stun it. Before Drakel could cast a spell, another rabbit monster lunged onto him, and attempted to maul the Wizard. Drakel promptly gave a surprising punch to the rabbit's neck as it arched it's neck back to take a bit out of him. The blow hit with enough impact that it knocked the over sized varmant twenty feet backwards in the air, distracting the bear. 

Sherlock clubbed it again, this time finally crushing it's skull, and so it died. But there were still more of those giant rabbits. Drakel promptly waved his hand, a stream of fire burned one of the offending creature's head off. Borioth, meantime, had just beaten an unseen bear to death his metallic covered hand, by pulverizing it, and then twisting it's head until the beast's neck was broken. The warriors looked at each other for a job well done, as Brodark finished the last rabbid rabbit with a sword stroke across it's lunging chest.