Krug
Newshound
The bunch of kobolds rest and recuperate at Gandrew's. You learn he is a legendary baker, and folks come from far and wide for his calzones. Andowym is his wife, a wizard of some ability, who doesn't mind discussing magic-related matters to Kadan.
For two days you are treated as houseguests, despite sleeping in the garden next to the cow, who makes a decent bed when he doesn't move around too much. You are also fed well and recover from your wounds. Meals are grand affairs, and you've tasted nothing more scrumptious as the scones and pies and tea that Gandrew serves to you. (But then you used to have mould stew and lizard marrow, washed down with cave water)
Serk wonders about all that has happened. "We've fought ogres! And... doughmen! And carpets! Well maybe we should not tell Queen about fighting furniture uh?" Target and Drar laze around, enjoying the sun, staring out at the hills far away from whence you came.
The two days pass quickly. Andowyn even has some togs she passes to you all if you wish. If you want you can dress yourself up in any sorta human clothing... she seems to have piles. She also passes you two vials. "For healing," she says. "The lot of you appear to pick up a scratch or two quite often."
Then Gandrew comes up, though temporarily hampered by the cow, carrying two squarish boxes about the size of a kobold chest.There is the smell of tomato and cheese emitting from it, which makes your mouth water. "Now...here are the queen's orders. I've placed a cantrip on it, so it should remain hot as long as you don't open it for three days. Thank the Queen for your business! Do come again. Hopefully the house won't be in such disorder as before. Oh and please do take your cow with you." The cow swats its tail eagerly about.
So who's carrying the boxes? They both weigh about 2 lbs each. And the potions...
For two days you are treated as houseguests, despite sleeping in the garden next to the cow, who makes a decent bed when he doesn't move around too much. You are also fed well and recover from your wounds. Meals are grand affairs, and you've tasted nothing more scrumptious as the scones and pies and tea that Gandrew serves to you. (But then you used to have mould stew and lizard marrow, washed down with cave water)
Serk wonders about all that has happened. "We've fought ogres! And... doughmen! And carpets! Well maybe we should not tell Queen about fighting furniture uh?" Target and Drar laze around, enjoying the sun, staring out at the hills far away from whence you came.
The two days pass quickly. Andowyn even has some togs she passes to you all if you wish. If you want you can dress yourself up in any sorta human clothing... she seems to have piles. She also passes you two vials. "For healing," she says. "The lot of you appear to pick up a scratch or two quite often."
Then Gandrew comes up, though temporarily hampered by the cow, carrying two squarish boxes about the size of a kobold chest.There is the smell of tomato and cheese emitting from it, which makes your mouth water. "Now...here are the queen's orders. I've placed a cantrip on it, so it should remain hot as long as you don't open it for three days. Thank the Queen for your business! Do come again. Hopefully the house won't be in such disorder as before. Oh and please do take your cow with you." The cow swats its tail eagerly about.
So who's carrying the boxes? They both weigh about 2 lbs each. And the potions...
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