Now that we were out of the drink we continued making our way to the Empty Sanctum. Along the road we met a farmer fixing the fence to his who had his aneens stolen by a nasty pack of killists. He was dirt poor so we decided to help him in return for an aneen each. Mounts are certainly better than walking.
We tracked the killists to a river with a rope for help crossing. Being the spry gent that I am I decided to tightrope walk across… until I fell in. Went hand over hand the rest of the way. Lincoln also fell in and got soaked and we all laughed and laughed at him.
We came to a ravine and smartly scaled the sides to walk up it. Luckily, Geon had triggered a trap revealing it. At the end of the ravine Lincoln crept ahead and scouted seven or eight killists at a camp with all the aneen in pens. Using some boulders as cover we pulled a surprise attack on them and all hell broke loose. We managed to kill them all without starting too big a fire but one got away down the path. One aneen had died. We tied up the rest and got out of there as quickly as we could.
Lincoln the jerkwad wanted to steal all of the aneen for our trouble. We were trying to talk him out of it when he had a sudden crisis of conscience that made him return to the party with the extra aneen he was trying to steal and make good with the farmer. The farmer was grateful and gave us four of the nine we returned even with Lincoln lying.