Relos stood outside splashing the cool water on his face, helping to rid the last of the morning hang over from his head. His armor and kit lay by his side and just as he was about to begin cleaning himself up Sehanine approached, using a cantrip to help clean him up in half the time.

He smiled and gave a slight bow towards her.
“Thank you for that, I guess that is much easier than trying to use this tiny pump. Would you mind helping me with my armor? I could do this by myself but it’s a huge hassle and we’d be able to head out quicker.”  He moved towards his chest plate and started to slip it over his head and buckle the sides together, saving the more tedious things for last in case Sehanine does come to help.

Soon enough they were on the road, the warm morning sun that seemed to assail them earlier now making him feel refreshed and full of energy. The walk through the town to Isiah’s farm would only take thirty minutes or so but that was enough time to spot the difference in demeanor. Last time he had come through Schell there was a cloud of depression that hung over everything, a faint hint of hopelessness lingering in the air. But now things have changed, ever since the events at giant’s end people are hopeful and even some times cheery. Whoever they pass by seems to walk with a head held higher as if they now had some dignity given to them just by being from Schell.

“If all this change and happiness came from just one good deed then I definitely joined the right group. Hopefully this Isiah fellow isn’t in too much trouble but whatever’s got him tied up we should be able to handle.”

Making some small conversation on the way made short work of the trip. They arrived at the wheat farm where over a muddy path sat a stone hut that housed Isiah and his kids.

“Almost gave up waitin’ there. Well come in, I’ll be expectin’ the kids will want to meet you before we get down to business, then.”

Relos followed close behind Isiah as he entered and leaned his halberd up against the wall. Inside was a small yet cozy home that felt more alive with the excited ravings of small children. He smiled down at the kids and tried to answer what he could but as soon as he got one word out a slew of new questions were already asked. He gave up as Isiah shooed his kids outside for their daily chores.

“I can’t rightly tell you how please I am you’re helping us, with the way life’s been here and the boys and all, I just can’t afford to lose the farm. Figured you’d have trouble rememberin’, state you were in last night. I’ve been having trouble with some folk from the sands. I’m not a man of means, but I’m due a payment on the first half of my crops shortly, I fear for my land and the lives of my boys, if you can help me, I’ll give you every coin I make from the sale, it’s all I can offer. I haf’ta attend my stock, please make yourselves at home while you consider my offer.”

For Relos, the choice was obvious. They needed to help the man and save his farm. No one should deal with the fear of losing their livelihood and if these desert bandits want to make an existence out of fear mongering, then they’ll have to answer.

Once Isiah was outside, Relos looked around to the rest of the group. “Well, to me it’s plain as day. People who want to live their lives feeding off of the fear of others need to answer for making others so miserable. On the subject of payment, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I took any money from him and his family. I have enough gold for myself to live comfortably, so my share will go back to Isiah. By all means if any of you want to keep your share please do so, it will be rightfully earned by possibly risking your life. Hopefully it won’t need to come down to violence but something tells me that these people won’t be so easily swayed.”

Relos sat at the sable with a pondering look on his face, his hands clasped. He thought about the possible fight that will be happening tonight and what could be done to minimalize on any damage here and to them.