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With Jrak off to the smithy in the morning for a day of grueling labour in the hot forges of the Wasteward weaponsmith, the rest of the party decided to take a casual morning stroll up to the Keep, to try to track down someone else who would not be enjoying is current situation. Gaining admittance to talk to the Keep's Jailer, who was responsible for overseeing a small number of jail cells carved out of the bedrock deep beneath the Keep. After warning the Jailer to be wary of elven magic, and finding out that the elven Ambassador Taramandil had spent some considerable time interrogating Elros in private the previous day, they paid a visit to their former captive, ensuring that he was secure in his cell.
 
With Jrak off to the smithy in the morning for a day of grueling labour in the hot forges of the Wasteward weaponsmith, the rest of the party decided to take a casual morning stroll up to the Keep, to try to track down someone else who would not be enjoying is current situation. Gaining admittance to talk to the Keep's Jailer, who was responsible for overseeing a small number of jail cells carved out of the bedrock deep beneath the Keep. After warning the Jailer to be wary of elven magic, and finding out that the elven Ambassador Taramandil had spent some considerable time interrogating Elros in private the previous day, they paid a visit to their former captive, ensuring that he was secure in his cell.
  
Leaving the Keep, the scout, monk, and swordsage reported to Captain Bartal, commander of Wasteward's militia garrison. They took advantage of the occasion to relate to the Captain what they had learned of the Genasi during their two weeks of fighting their way back to Wasteward, telling him of the Genasi's abilities and tactics. Thanking the party and telling them that he intended to implement changes to the town's defences based on what he had been told, the Captain assigned them to a squad patroling the walls, watching for any sign of Genasi. The other two members of their squad were new arrivals to Wasteward, a young militia volunteer for a distant village and a mysterious borderlander who seemed more comfortable in his armour than your average volunteer soldier. Hearing that the borderlander had not yet secured accommodation, they invited him to join them in their makeshift accommodations in the warehouse. Their first shift otherwise passed without any sign of Genasi and they returned to the warehouse to rendezvous with Jrak, who was fatigued from his day of hard labour in the smithy.
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Leaving the Keep, scout, monk, and swordsage reported to Captain Bartal, commander of Wasteward's militia garrison. They took advantage of the occasion to relate to the Captain what they had learned of the Genasi during their two weeks of fighting their way back to Wasteward, telling him of the Genasi's abilities and tactics. Thanking the party and telling them that he intended to implement changes to the town's defences based on what he had been told, the Captain assigned them to a squad patroling the walls, watching for any sign of Genasi. The other two members of their squad were new arrivals to Wasteward, a young militia volunteer for a distant village and a mysterious borderlander who seemed more comfortable in his armour than your average volunteer soldier. Hearing that the borderlander had not yet secured accommodation, they invited him to join them in their makeshift accommodations in the warehouse. Their first shift otherwise passed without any sign of Genasi and they returned to the warehouse to rendezvous with Jrak, who was fatigued from his day of hard labour in the smithy.  
 
 
The next day saw Jrak returning to his toil at the forges while the other party members passed a leisurely morning before reporting to duty at the wall. This day, the monotony of guard duty was broken up by the appearance of a pair of air elementals. They were first spotted by the keen-eyed Blixhaven, who raised the alarm. The defenders on the wall braced themselves for attack, but the huge elementals, appearing in the form of tornadoes, passed several hundred feet over the wall and the arrows of the defenders either fell short or passed harmlessly around them, knocked off course by the strong winds. One elemental headed over the centre of the town while the other peeled off to pass over the Keep. The one over the town ran into opposition in the form of the mages in their tower, who released the jagged spears of lightning that rent asunder the elemental over the town. The other elemental turned back north, retreating back in the direction from which it had appeared.
 
  
 
No further sign of elementals or the Genasi armies were seen for the remainder of that day, nor the next. In fact, by their third shift on the wall, the duty was becoming routine as the squadmates took turns keeping a watch on the horizon. Those not on watch could observe the town's defensive preparations. Labourers were busy outside the walls, digging out the long-deglected dry moat that surrounded the settlement. Inside the wall, the town was busier than it had ever been in their lifetime, with new militia detachments arriving every few hours and Captain Bartal's preparation of defensive positions within the town itself. While taking a break from the walls, Neela happened to overhear grumblings from a group of militiamen who hailed from borderlander villages far to the northeast. From the sounds of their conversation, there had been some sort of incident in one of their communities and they were considering leaving Wasteward to return home.
 
No further sign of elementals or the Genasi armies were seen for the remainder of that day, nor the next. In fact, by their third shift on the wall, the duty was becoming routine as the squadmates took turns keeping a watch on the horizon. Those not on watch could observe the town's defensive preparations. Labourers were busy outside the walls, digging out the long-deglected dry moat that surrounded the settlement. Inside the wall, the town was busier than it had ever been in their lifetime, with new militia detachments arriving every few hours and Captain Bartal's preparation of defensive positions within the town itself. While taking a break from the walls, Neela happened to overhear grumblings from a group of militiamen who hailed from borderlander villages far to the northeast. From the sounds of their conversation, there had been some sort of incident in one of their communities and they were considering leaving Wasteward to return home.

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