A Cunning Plan
Amos plays cards with the convoy guards while Norgrim & Thindra drink from the ale barrel and soak up whats going on. Villagers show up to see the prisoners, the Reeve is called by Wanda to adjudicate over the situation with the diseased prisoner - some are not happy that they are hosting a diseased invalid, others shout that this is Sigmar's judgement for forsaking him. One villager, a devout Sigmarite asks them if they saw the banished father on their travels - no.
The guards chatting with Amos say they should just off her, I mean no one will thank them for bringing disease to Hope Square. The situation seems tense for most of the night. Norgim & Thindra retire to their tent just after 10, Amos stays on to try convince the chaplain that Magdalena is in danger from the guards and that they could be hired to protect her. Although convinced about the guards he fails to persuade Alberta, but decides he will spend the night in the coach house with her.
Amos returns to the tents, Farfordda having spied them drops over the wall and they hatch a plan - he returns to the trees outside to sleep in the branches.
At first light Amos and Norgrim return to the Inn while Thindra, inquiring at the cartwrights as to the Reeves house visit him... Thindra has the answer to this conundrum - the dwarves will take the sick prisoner to Hope Square if paid to do so, ensuring that the disease leaves his town but the convoy will be safe from infection. He agrees that this makes sense and they adjourn to the yard of the Inn where the Priest is arguing against killing the sick prisoner - Alberta sees the sense of the plan and offers them 2s/day, Thindra haggles (and crits), Alberta agrees to pay half up front and pay an extra 1/- per day.
The Priest maintains that they cannot move a woman this sick and it is agreed that the dwarves and priest will stay to follow on later as soon as the Priest judges that she is fit to be moved - Alberta drops the up front payment but will pay 3s/day.
The prison convoy rides out of town at 9am on Vorgeheim 21 (mild morning), the locals pelt the prison wagon with rotten fruit as it passes through the village...
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