John thought that it may be easier for me to play a single character, in this case, Fjörgyn. Charlie Bucky was present as a side-kick, necessary from a survival point of view, but not from a learning of the game viewpoint.
Enter Black Streams : Solo Heroes. This will make it far more likely that Fjörgyn can survive just fine on her own, with a few henchman hired here and there.
Fjörgyn and party made their way out of the dungeon and back to town, after our harrowing encounter with some fire beetles that left us pretty beat up. We heard horrible wailing and moans coming from the desecrated shrine of the Forgetful Bear, but we had other things to do. What a hero Fjörgyn is!
After resting over night, Charlie Bucky parted company for Hedeby and a life in the big kitty city.
I dismissed Badir and Zelligant for the day.
With the henchmen departed, I set off to pay old man Alfarinson another visit. Along the way, I kept my eyes peeled for an offering to present to the voodoo-witch doctor-hermit-type. I soon spotted an antler worthy of gifting the old man.
I found Alferinson working near the side of his hut, drying a deer skin over a fire. Instead of gagging, I approached offered him the antler and after a brief exchange in which he began to get a bit salty with me, I accused him of being one of the cultists and basically, the embodiment of evil. Do we see a pattern developing between Fjörgyn and anyone who dare speak to her in a less than enthusiastic manor? He told me to leave, but I refused. Nobody tells Fjörgyn what to do! With elven reflexes, I snatched the antler out of Alfarinson's hands and stabbed him.
Unfortunately, the furs and leather he wore absorbed much of the blow and I only managed a minor wound. This surprised me somehow, I had envisioned a swift kill there. Instead of dying, he was enraged. He reached down and grabbed a flaming log, and it was on!
To my surprise, the old man put up a tough fight - and it didn't help matters that part way through the battle, a divine light shone around him, which clearly rejuvenated him. Just as I finally managed to cut the old man down, I heard a shrill scream behind me and turned to catch a glimpse of a little girl running back towards the front of house. My first thought "Oh no! A witness!"
A moment later, the door slammed shut.
I decided to nose around the back of the hut. I found a dirty, thick glass window, and could only make out a door opposite on an interior wall. After covering the body with the deer skin, I first thought about trying to seal the girl inside, but, given that the door opened into the hut, that would prove difficult. As thunder and then rain moved in, I kicked the door down.
Finding nothing, I made my way to the opposite door. Kicking it open, I found myself in a small bedroom - the same room I had spied from outside. After lighting the lantern near the bed, I rifled through the suspicious lump of skins and furs on the bed, but found no one hiding there.
My search was interrupted by the sounds of heavy clomping on the front porch, followed by a man's voice calling out "We know you're here Old Man!"
Fjörgyn resembled a deer in headlights. I was truly taken by surprise and a bit frightened of what may come next.