Missing Rascals

After a day or so my armour is ready.  I give over my old chain mail as I have no longer any  use for it and my companions prefer to wear leather for ease of travel.  They favour a sneakier tactic in battle whereas I follow the code of the first order of knights of Sir Ganther.  Battle is to be fought face to face, with honour and dignity not skulking in a bush hoping to catch my enemy off guard.  I do not judge them harshly for their ways as they were not taught the chivalrous ways by the brave Knights of the first order of Sir Ganther.  It was my duty to show them and hope that one day they too will be shining examples of how one should live and love.

I was out walking in my new armour, I was proud of the job the smith had done and was eager to show my adventuring friends my new armour as it would serve well to protect me more than my chain mail had and therefore enable me to help my friends more when conflict was unavoidable, when I was met by a distraught mother.  Her eyes were bloodshot from tears and I could visibly tell she was over tired and weak from worry.  She had been looking for me or one f my friends all night as her daughter Kimmi has not come home in two nights.  I managed to calm her as best as I could after I promised her that my companions and I would help her as best as we could.  Kimmi was thirteen years old and would often be seen playing with her friends about town of which she was the oldest.  Her four friends were also not anywhere to be seen.  She gave me their names and who their parents are so we could investigate ourselves.

First there was Savran Vade, the son of a local magic user named Sharvarous.  Speaking to him a waste of time as he was so absent minded that he was even unaware his son was missing.

Second there was Mikra the son of the town's butcher names Colbrin.  He was suitably worried but also proved to be fairly useless.  Although he possessed a kind heart he was also slow of wit and seemed overly gullible.

Thirdly was Durin, the son of the town's Gavel, Mr Creed.  Any dealings we have heard of concerning the Gavel mixed with our own experiences made him out to be  nasty piece of work..We decided any attempt t speak with him would only upset us.

Lastly and my no means least was Hollin the younger brother to Ralla,  barmaid at one of the less reputable establishments.  It was from Ralla we discovered our only decent lead but it was not exactly easy to get to her in the first place.  Once we arrived at the tavern where she worked it quickly became clear that her job description had been some what distorted from what it turned out she actually did on order to support her and her brother.  Putting it kindly, any one was allowed to see her but it cost you money for the pleasure.  What she was doing with her gentlemen visitors I could not guess but I got the feeling that  Jäger or Oakey would know but what I did know is that the poor women who end up in that line of work are not normally happy and if I could some how offer her a better and more wholesome life, I would.