Twenty Sided Dice

When they left the foggy area, they were already exhausted, and their bodies were on the verge of collapse. But at the same time as their vision was restored, their mood was much more relaxed, and their fatigue was also relieved. After walking for another half an hour or so, they saw Kerry's tribe from a distance. It was an extended camp composed of tepee tents, a thriving scene: people used straw mats and rattan to tie the tents to build shelters from the wind and rain; the smoke rose from the spires of the cones, but people squatted with rice bowls in their hands. Dinner at the entrance of the tent. It was like a social occasion, where everyone snorted hot porridge while talking loudly, exchanging knowledge about their daily work. Several strong men dressed in animal skins, with bows and arrows at their feet, were shaving the rabbit's skin with a knife, and then chopped it into small pieces. A pot was placed on the fire, and the water in it was boiling, and the hunters threw the rabbit meat into it and boiled it, and put potato pieces and kudzu in it. A group of children were holding bowls and a millet pancake in their hands, waiting in line to eat meat and soup.

All tents are basically the same size, just new and old. They don't have much, simple cooking utensils and some bedding are all they have. But they spend a lot of time decorating their homes, grinding animal horns and bones into trinkets, collecting colored flowers, making paint, and painting their tents with colorful greens. A group of people walked in the middle of the tent with horses, and many people took the initiative to say hello, showing great enthusiasm. Although Siegel has been studying hard, he can only barely understand part of it. Most of these people are saying things like "Come back? Have you eaten? Is everything going well?"

There is only one tent that stands out in the entire camp, which is a bit higher than the others. Siegel thought it would be where the chief or the elder lived, but it turned out that it was Kerry's home—and only a tent like this could let the big man get in. A woman with big hands and big feet waited for Kerry at the door with a big belly, and was then lifted up by the giant.

"This is my wife." Kerry said happily, then he pointed to his big belly and proudly introduced, "This is my son!"

The woman was not shy when she saw outsiders, and was always busy greeting everyone. She brought a cushion, brought out a large jug of goat milk, and borrowed a cup from a neighbor. Janet also went to help, and soon became friends with the woman, and carefully stroked the belly that was about to give birth.

"I didn't expect your maid to speak Savage language." The poet pouted, a little unhappy.

"Janet is not my servant, she is a... good friend." Siegel scratched his head, patted Yarel, and found that the poet was still grinning in pain. So he said, "Such a large tribe should have herbalists or something, can I treat you?"

"That's right, I should go and have a look." Yarel stood up and said, "Since your friend can speak the language here, there shouldn't be any trouble if I leave for a while. Remember not to be in Jackdaw. The tribes are running around, although they are enthusiastic, they don’t show any sympathy when they accidentally touch the taboo.”

"I'll stay here and not go anywhere." Siegel waved his hand: "If I wasn't worried that I couldn't find my way back, I'd send you there."

"Don't." The poet replied with a smile: "I remember that the healer of the Jackdaw tribe was a beautiful woman, at least I heard that, and I always wanted to meet. You will affect me if you go."

After speaking, the poet rode away. Siegel took advantage of the moment to open the key space and take out the stored pastries. Since the treasure inside had been taken out and distributed, and at the same time for the needs of adventure, Siegel filled it with food and drink, spare weapons and emergency adventure equipment.

He gave Kerry a cake from Waterdeep and a small jar of sugar as a gift for the safe birth of his child. The big man hugged Siegel hard and shouted, "My friend, this gift is too precious!"

At this time, someone came to Kerry and called him away. The Kerry woman explained that it was their father who was looking for something and should be back soon. So two women and one man started to prepare dinner. They took out black bread, hard cheese, carrots and a few water spinach, smashed them, put them in a pot and cooked them with lamb bones. After the pot was boiled, the hostess threw some dried pieces of meat and fragrant flower stalks into it.

At this time, there was a sudden commotion in the camp, and then the rapid sound of hooves was heard. Siegel straightened up to find five horses running through the gap between the tents, past the screaming dodging men, spears in hand, charging straight at them. He hurriedly called Janet, trying to avoid these menacing people. But the other party's speed was significantly faster, blocking them just outside the tent. Five long, pointed spears pointed at Siegel and Janet, encircling them in a semicircle.

"This is the second time I've been besieged today." Siegel said helplessly, "and both times in a place he thought was safe."

Janet looked very excited, and she shouted: "Is this how you Northlanders treat guests?"

Kerry's wife hurriedly came out to explain, saying that these people were friends of Kerry, who had just come to the tribe and were about to entertain them. "Captain Garka, don't hurt them." She said, "There may be some misunderstanding in this."

"Found this thing from their friend." The man with the heaviest spear showed something from his hand, a small silver crow badge. "You should recognize such a thing, and know that his master has been missing for more than ten days. If it were you, what would you do?"

"Captain Garka, I'll arrest them as well." Kerry's wife raised her head, looked directly at the captain on the horse, and said slowly, "But I won't make any conclusions easily, and I won't take preconceived ideas. Judge the truth of the matter. I will let them speak and listen to their arguments. Then I will judge the matter after the spirit of nature has calmed me down."

"As you wish, Myrcella, venerable princess of the black wolf, conqueror of giants." Captain Garka asked everyone to put away their spears, and then said to Siegel in common language: "Come with us, don't try to escape ."

The two were escorted to the front of a large shed on the north side of the camp, where many thin and long wooden poles were inserted and flags of various colors and patterns were hung. Some flags depict vicious animals, others are abstract shapes of clouds and wind, and others are more like random graffiti. Under the flag stood nine people in the shape of a crescent moon, all strong men after the weather, with white hair and white beard in the middle, and glaring eyes. He wore a bearskin cloak around his neck, and in his hand held a huge spear two meters long. The body was made of straight hardwood, and the tip was a piece of obsidian. Several other people were topless, with bare hands and bare fists, staring at Siegel and the others with angry eyes.

The troubadour Yarel was tied by a rope, and stood aside under the watch of the two warriors, he gave Siegel a helpless smile.

"What did you **** do?" Janet yelled. "Why did they arrest us?"

"Sorry, I took that dead man's thing, but I didn't expect it to be an important guy." The poet smashed his mouth and looked like he was sorry: "Let it be fate."

The man in the bearskin cloak stepped forward, his voice full of momentum. He said: "I am Kraf-Chenko, son of Shep, chief of the Jackdaw tribe, spokesman for the peoples of the North, bearer of the Ice Spear, undead crow of the steppe."

"I'm Siegel, the woman next to me is Janet, and the one tied is Yarel. We're from Waterdeep, to the North to see the scenery, and we want to go to the orcs to add some to them. trouble."

"What happened to my son?" Clough took another step forward, his eyes showing sadness, but his tone was still strong: "I found something belonging to my son from this frivolous person. How is he?"

"When we found him, he was stabbed in the throat with a spear and fell into a deep valley. But I think the cause of his death was more like being attacked from behind by some kind of monster. We buried him."

Clough let out a scream of "ah" ~www.novelmt.com~ and swayed, took a step back, and regained his footing with the support of his spear. He had asked Yarel this question in advance, and now he heard the same description from Siegel, which made him believe in the fact that his son had died.

"Nonsense! You have nothing to do with the death of the prince!" one person shouted, and three or four people followed.

Siegel shook his head and said calmly: "No, we deeply regret that you lost the prince, but we are not murderers. I will tell you where his body is buried, maybe you can find that the wound was not caused by us. Moreover, I believe that the discovery of the corpse in the deep valley was guided by a mysterious force." So Siegel slowly described the magical flock of birds in the sky, the smoke that rose when the corpse was turned over. He also expressed his doubts, including the disappearing internal organs, the strange burning and rolling next to the wound.

"I ordered the left wing Garka to lead the team to retrieve my son's body, let the wizard check it, and then bury his ashes next to his grandfather's ashes." Clough announced: "Then now, you steal Take the relics of the deceased and steal the important tokens of the Jackdaw tribe, and you will be judged here!"

"If convicted, what will be the punishment?" Yarel hurriedly asked.

"You will be dragged."

The bard immediately turned pale, his whole body seemed to be drained of strength, and he slumped to the ground softly. Siegel looked at Janet, but the Demonborn shook her head. She could understand the word, but she didn't know what a dragging sentence was.

"It seems that you have recognized your sin, and the spirit of the ancestors has also confirmed this, so now execute it!"