Feanar sat at the end of the long table in Reidoth’s keeping room. The room itself had high set windows and skylights. The walls of it, and the home as well, were cut and shaped stone. It was an old structure, repaired and enhanced by Reidoth’s hand. The interior was lined with post and beam supporting the walls and roof. One end of the room had a large hearth that included a wide walk in fireplace and a wood fired cook-top adjacent to it. There were various work tables along the walls, as well as, the long feasting table in the center of the room at which they all were seated. There was a soapstone sink on one side of the room with a well pump mounted on it’s right.
Reidoth’s home itself was constructed in the ruins of the town of Thunder-tree. It was likely originally a manor house of modest size. Reidoth had made use of what was an extensive wine cellar and expanded it further himself. The outside he had allowed to become overgrown and obscure its obvious occupant. The fireplaces were cleverly fluted to vent their smoke from different structures around town, making it nigh on impossible to pinpoint his abode in that way. In addition to the natural camouflage afforded by the plant growth, Reidoth had placed a number of beguiling enchantments surrounding it to confuse the simple minded. He had expressed concern the dragon may ultimately discern his location, his presence Reidoth was fairly certain was something the beast was likely already aware of.
Feanar was listening to Reidoth speak. Seated at the table with Feanar were the four subjects who had arrived four days prior, now known to him as Harndur, Erza, Varis, and Algares. The four had battled the emerald dragon in the ruins and lost 3 of their companions in the melee. Two nights prior and pair of new travelers had arrived, seeking Reidoth’s council much in the same way Feanar himself had. A dwarf warrior by the name Orsik of clan Rumnaheim, and his companion, an orc half breed who called himself Buh, and clearly had an aura of arcane energy about him. It had become quickly apparent they all in fact were working at mirror purpose and had chosen to pool their strength.
Reidoth was counseling the gathering to be cautious and to withdraw from Thunder-tree for the present. They had already suffered at the hands of the drake named Venomfang, and there were other dangers as well within the ruin. While Reidoth spoke they all ate at his long table. Reidoth’s larder was well stocked and he was a skilled cook and baker. The table had a ham glazed in a salty hickory syrup, warm baked biscuits and black bread, freshly churned butter, ample pots of spun honey, and a platter piled with wedges of honeycomb. Reidoth had set out a number of baked wild tubers baked and covered in the same hickory glaze as the ham. There were relishes made of a generous mix of nuts and wild berries, roast squab glazed with honey, farmers cheese and a number of hard cheese wedges. There were carafes with the excellent mead Feanar had enjoyed when the first guests arrived, as well as, a cask at the table with a hearty brown ale. All were eating while listening to Reidoth speak. Buh chewed shaking his head affirmative up and down, “really good” he kept repeating.
Feanar drank from his goblet of mead and put it down looking at Reidoth. Reidoth paused and looked back raising his brows in a questioning look. “My friend, you’ve cautioned us about leaving and not engaging the beast, if you had to though, how would you vanquish the monster?” Reidoth sighed and thought before he began to speak…