Cheno Melek Delivers

AK510-36 Cool Summer Start Week 4
[Charon Guiding, Shale Resting, Cycles Watching]

Meanwhile, after a tortuous journey the twenty new settlers are deplosited by the 'Crocodile" on the tiny makeshift pier. The villagers are extremely alarmed at first when they see Melek leap off the ship and stride into the village. His massive mottled bloodscale frame and ferocious scaled orcish face terrify the villagers and they fear a lizardfolk invasion. A few brave sould lead by Orin Smith, confront the invader.
'Here's your damn poxridden pukebucket settlers, you can peel them off the decks yourselves, I'm sick of them. Now where can I get a decent pint of ale in this Stoirm-forsaken shanty?"
Orin and the others are completely taken aback as Melek walks past them towards 'The badger and boar and baphen and bear'. Their slings dangle loosely and their staves waver as they wonder at the passing monstrosity.
Melek opens the locked tavern door with a powerful shove and the crude metal bolt gives way under minor protest. Jo's wives armed with tanglefoot bags are ready to attack. With lightening speed Cheno Melek's hand reaches into a pouch and hurls a tiny object across the room at the shaking landladies. Catherine's had reaches out reflexively to catch it. Only after it lands squarely in her palm does she realise what was thrown. Marge starts to throw the bag. By now Cheno has almost reached the bar.
'So, what'll ya have sir?" askes Catherine in her sweetest innkeeper voice.
'Pint of yer best ale. Don't slack on the pouring arm and crack a fresh cask," he replies.
Marge stops herself in mid throw almost fallin gon the bar and looks quizzically at Catherine. A tarnished coin sits in her palm.
Gold.
Suddenly Marge is all smiles and gossip. Soon Melek's ale is served in the tavern's only half gallon mug. Although he towers over the bar, even while sitting, the two women are unafraid. After all a paying customer is a rare thing in Woodhaven.

Outside matters are not proceeding quite so well. The seasick and feverish settlers and crew are slowly limping and staggering off the longship an into the village. Orin knows a plague when he sees it and sees it as an even bigger threat than the nine foot tall monstrous river captain. He arranges his men in a semi circle around the dock and prevents the new arrivals from proceeding.
'Ye have the Filth Fever and yer not welcome here. Back on yer boat and sail away," he levels his crossbow at a crewman.
'We were told we could live here and that you would welcome us!" accuses a settler.
'Hah! You think I believe that you outlaw scum? Ye can keep yer plague on yer boat."
Sir Eagon still clad in his golden armor walks calmly down the gangplank, carrying a small child in his arms, surveying the situation.
'You must be Orin. I am Sir Eagon Del Fuego, Champion of the Chosen. These were invited here by Vedic Tanner. They are under my protection and that of The Church of The Moons. If you do not assist them you and your village will loose the blessing of The Gods and be cursed. The Chosen reserve far worse punishment than this mere fever, for those who displease them. So put down you weapons and help bring the sick to shelter. I will tend them under the Vedic arrives."
This leaves Orin speechless and he watches open mouthed as his wife Emelda moves to attend the worst of the fever victims. Others in the village follow suit and soon all the new arrivals are being tended to. Orin vents his frustration on Sir Eagon accusing him of bringing fever to the village but Sir Eagon manages to calm him with assuances that he can cure this plague with the power of the Chosen.
The villagers tend to the sick and feed the hungry. They agree to alllow the settlers to stay in their homes but insist that there is no room for the half breed crew and that they must stay on their ship at night. Sir Eagon manages to procure free ale for the crew and so this sleight is ignored.