Carriage guy was apparently being helped by something called a Lepicon? Job done! Money pwease!
For some reason, the Peculiarly Verbose Bear wandered off down a stream with with the Oddly Pleasant Human.
We (I mean everyone else who didn't wander off) decided to head back to the castle where we left the Bipedal Dragon and a loose child.
Dargonboy was sat in a room waiting for food when we found him, he grumbled about lunch.
After inspecting a well preserved tiger pelt, a lush carpet, a solid couch, and Mrtl's mom's head on a wall we were interrupted by a bunch of guys. Like 100 guys.
I played dead as everyone fell asleep.
One guy was really nice and offered me a sack to be carried in.
Everyone (everyone except me) woke up in jail. A decent jail even. It had piss hay, a shit hole, and two ledges for someone to sleep on.
Turns out everyone didn't have things anymore. You can't take things into jail. Lucky I keep my stuff inside me.
No one wants to reach inside me.
Gooey girl wandered off because goo can't be held by bars.
My crowbar proved effective in releasing us from our cell. My crowbar and nothing else.
Gooey got into trouble and yelped for help, having fallen into a spikey pit but wasn't hurt somehow. Dragonboy. Managed to jump the pit, leaving Mrtl and me on our own. I suspect that he is up to no good. A shape changer maybe?
Having thoroughly defeated a footless mimic we wandered into a room filled with junk and statues.
The room filled with statues enthralled us:
Lady: Stone, "Elise" mother of the wayward child, wife/lover/concubine/whore of the current baron (FACT)
Old Man: Wood, old and weathered "Father of current Baron" TOTALLY A SCARECROW
Young Man: Stone, name chipped off, "Current Baron?"
The knowledge of Elise's statue came to me easily. I wonder if I had some connection to her in my breathing days.
We were enthralled until we got bored . . . and wandered off . . . and ran into Bear and the Unnaturally Pretty Human locked in a cell. I assume they were apprehended for murdering, pillaging, and lollygagging. They weren't clear on what happened. I will have to keep an eye on them or I might find my stuffing spilled in the night. Dragonboy borrowed my crowbar to let our criminal friends out.
We found a gibbering mouther. It almost ate Dragonboy. Mildly amusing as that would've been, it would mean one less person between me and baddies.
I offered the creature friendship and the flesh of the peoples of the overworld, in return for not eating my companions but mostly not eating me. Letting my companions in on my plan would have been detrimental to my continued existence on a count of them being good, kind, civilized "people".
The creature seemed to accept my offer and was approaching me . . . when Dragonboy popped it . . . His racism towards the denizens of dark places is showing.
We managed to escape the prison (dungeon?) and found ourselves in an abandoned kitchen and dining hall. Mrtl was complaining about cold fire while I kicked a cured pig on a table.
After aimlessly wandering for a while the Gooey Girl found the things of everyone else. Which is quite lucky, because I was going to offer my chewed up Crest of Pelor to Mrtl. Sharing is not caring, as someone still has my crowbar . . .