The party awakens several days later in the infirmary ward of the temple. There are notably fewer priests wandering around, and though signs of battle have been all but completely scrubbed from the walls and floor of the church, a heavy air of despondency hangs over the Oghman clerics.
The non-heroes are summoned to the garden in the back of the temple by Highest Lorekeeper Arlan Böschen, a severe-looking man, built like an ox. A fat ox. A fat, bald ox. With glasses.
He waits with a considerably less-burly Oghmanyte, whom he introduces as Cassius Stormhammer, a mage and prelate of the church.
After a brief conversation, the non-heroes determine that the attack was perpetrated by a group of hobgoblin mercenaries based at the far edge of the forest to the east.
And so it is there they shall go!
On the way to secure a barge ride up-river, a shady-looking dark elf accosts the party and uncreatively requests to join the party, as their goals are slightly similar. His name is Bamboozle or something fucking gay like that, and because he is a PC, and ONLY because he is a PC, the party allows him to join the cause.
Only later will they realize, this is the biggest mistake they could possibly have made.
On the docks, a mishap wherein dock workers trip over the halftief and nearly crush her with a box secures the non-heroes free passage on a barge up-river. They’re off!