It's about 3 days to the dungeon. Having not carefully tracked days, but with 3 days each way and at least a couple nights spent at the dungeon, I'm going to rule the 1 week rations you had purchased are now consumed. So you cold get by with 1 weeks rations per 2 people to get you to the dungeon. While at the dungeon, you would have time to forage after delves each day you spend there, so maybe 1 week rations per 2 days spent at the dungeon for the entire party. And then I think you could maintain a 1 day reserve which would get you back to Bier for resupply after delving.
You could leave the city and camp tonight to avoid lodging costs in the city.
With that, your 39 gold would get you 25 gp for the 1 week rations per 2 people in the party, with 10 gp for 2 more weeks giving you 4 days at the dungeon, and then 4 gp left...
I guess I skimmed over where to get rations before...
There are some specialty food shops, where you would have to go to get iron rations, but considering you are just looking for standard rations, you can get those at taverns. The Sea Hawk Tavern that you have been to before is conveniently on your way out of town. If there is no objection by tomorrow morning, I will assume you pick up rations there.
Fitz swings and misses (3 miss) Olaf, Lars, and Erik are offended by the violence in this city and attack Olaf swings (9 + 2 miss) Lars swings (3 + 2 miss) Erik swings (1 + 2 miss)
The next round the man wins initiative again (2 vs 4) but decides that 5 on 1 is not great odds and runs.
Olaf, Lars, and Erik toss curses at him and sheathe their weapons.
You enter the Seahawk Tavern, it is dim and you see quite a rough crowd, some apparently seamen. At three tables towards the back, three trolls appear to be running games of chance (a crude roulette wheel, craps, and blackjack). A parrot is commenting noisily on the games.
Post by flightcommander on Jun 6, 2016 23:01:21 GMT -6
"Avoid the trolls at all costs! Let us depart this pit of vipers for the relative safety of a haunted tomb or demonic underworld, before somebody loses an organ. And you, parrot: there is plum real estate on my shoulder plus a lifetime supply of crackers and/or BBQ Corn Nuts if, upon my return, you can provide further details of the Devil's Cauldron treasure AND/OR a local source of spells, suitable for casting. In the meantime I leave you with this paltry handful of granola, my last. Stay thirsty, my friend!"
Post by flightcommander on Jun 7, 2016 23:06:46 GMT -6
Quasmus steps out onto the street. "Ah, young man are you injur — oh! Fitz, it's you, ha, well, if we find that horseman again I'll turn him into a toad. But now, gentlemen, I believe we have an appointment with glory!"