We slam the heads of digmaster Mike and his crew down on the table in front of the poor sod who sent us on this perilous journey. We can't be sure if it's the smell of the heads, or the fear of Glenn that makes him wince so. But it matters not. A job done, a job payed for. After hosing Glenn down in the community shower, the team decide to head back to Norrmalm. After all, it was said that the good-for-nothing smuggler Hans-Olof might have some more work for us.
The journey back is simple enough. Seems that most of the wild-life has learned to stay away from the giant and his two companions. Only some bandits were dumb enough to approach our crew. Whistling cheerfully, Glenn arranges the bodies of the now dead bandits neatly in a tree. On the lead bandits forehead is “next time bring more cash” carefully carved. “Modern art for a modern age” Ola exclaims with some genuine fascination.
Back at Norrmalm, Hans-Olof does indeed have a job waiting. It's delicate, though, and he is reluctant to give it to us. But our crew has become quite persuasive over the weeks. Well, more battle-worn and terrifying than persuasive, but that counts for the same in the Krater. Apparently, Hans-Olof once had a girlfriend. A girlfriend he liked, a girlfriend he was no good to, a girlfriend who now hates him. The job, Hans-Olof explains, is not the lady, but something she's got. In her possession is a couple of photos that Hans-Olof says can be “less than flattering” if used against him. He says that she keeps them in the basement of her cottage outside of Hesselby.
“Simple enough, why don't you go get them?” Carola asks. To which, Hans-Olof plainly says: “I would, if it weren't for the björns.” Apparently she “grows” björns in her basement. Our group is stunned. Grow, björns? Aren't they mammals?
“Not these ones” Hans-Olof says.
We prepare for the mission by selling off some now useless gear and pick up some implants. Then we head off to Ramonas cottage.
The cottage is beautiful. It's nestled by a little river and the dock looks peaceful. As we enter, we say hi to Ramona. She suspects nothing, great. As we sneak our way down into her basement, a chill goes down Olas spine. What about these björns? Are they plants? Are they dangerous? When we enter the basement, Ola is visibly shaking in his boots. Shaking that is soon turned to anger and disappointment. Inside the basement are regular björns. Well, as regular as Björns are in these parts. The only notable difference is that these ones are slightly more green and mossy than the rest. We clear out the rabble, grab the photos and bust out. This time it's not Glenn that needs to be kept in check, in fact, this time, Glenn is the worried one. Carrying the screaming and ranting Ola on Glenns back, we make for Selmons valley. Figuring we could get Ola some space to work off his anger, and kill two birds with one stone.
Selmons valley is peaceful, empty and dry. Not a bar in sight. So, our crew hasten their step, figuring they can knock this one out and be back in Norrmalm before happy hour is over. Too bad for them we have to deal with Selom. Alma asked us to go and check up on this guy, and he is in some trouble. He says that the land he just bought is useless for growing, and wants to go back to digging for treasure. He asks us to go fetch his old digging partner Valdemar who now resides in Hesselby. Our crew, knowing what's going down GROAAAN their way back to Hesselby. Another fetch quest and no happy hour for us.
Turns out Valdermar has found religion, the Kommunion to be exact, and refuses to go along with Selmons heathen ways. We GROAAAN our way back to Selmon with the bad news. He tells us that his neighbor, Ylva is a good digger and he wants us to go fetch her instead. So we GROAAAN our way over to his neighbors.