A helping hand at the Shadowdale farms

Trip Kindred, having walked among the farms of Shadowdale on a near daily basis, begins to talk a bit to the farmers and their families.  He introduces himself by name, as a devout Chauntean from Immersea.  Any farmers that need help working the fields, hauling grain, fixing wagons, plowing, sowing, chicken wrangling, he's more than happy to help.  He even offers some coin to those who are in need... he does these activities by day and hunts mostly at night to temper his fighting skills.  He gets by on 3 or 4 hours of sleep a night.

Should any Zhents approach and inquire, he greets them with a sweaty brow and a warm smile.

///DMs, Players, feel free to interject.

*Trip has received a modest handful of letters from Harvest Mistress Julia with the instructions to secretly deliver them to the proper farmers and families of Shadowdale.  He has the chef at the Theater bake many loaves of bread with little yeast and baking power so the bread is less fluffy, more hearty, and relatively flat.  He slices each loaf and places a letter inside scratching a house number for the appropriate letter on the outside crust*

*He goes about his regular rounds, looking for farmers that need help but THIS time visiting first those that have letters to be delivered to them.  When he knocks on the door he asks in a plain voice if they need any help in the fields, barn, or house... whether they do or not, he would whisper and hand them a loaf of bread*

I have correspondence from your family and loved ones in the Lathander farms.  Hope prevails, and there are many of us working in your favor.  Stay strong and help is on the way.  I will bring you more bread tomorrow to help you get by.

///The above is from RP with Julia

*on his way out of Shadowdale, he picks up one of the rebel fliers... reads it and looks around... if no one seems to be near, he pockets it.*

Blessed may be you Brother Trip... and please be careful.