CanadienneBacon
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A serving maid comes along at length to sweep Sivan's 11 coppers from the table, and to clear empty crocks. Ere she quits the room, she places a sauce-laden plate on the floor and eyes Sandstone with a meaningful look. "I'm not wanting to spoil me dress front. Here, then, you just clean it a bit afore I take it back to be washed. Like as not, someone would jostle me if I tried to carry it now." The plate fairly swims with capon cooking jus.
When the wench has quit the room, Shalelu offers, "There are some who trade with goblins in this region. Coin might be a commodity for that purpose, but more often it's a less formal sort of bartering. One of the tribes has a shaman whose poultices--foul-reeking and ill-made as they are--heal well enough. An ewe or a faggot of wood for a draught, that's a common enough exchange. The outlying farms too far from Sandpoint to call for a midwife when the snows come will sometimes barter for healing if need besets them with desperation. The stigma of goblin dealings is such that I doubt you'll find many in Sandpoint who admit to that sort of bartering, however."
Her eel bouillabaise finished and her bowl cleaned with a crust of bread, Shalelu shifts a sheathed dagger at her waist. "Your news has altered my plan. I'd thought to traverse the Shankwood but I think instead I'll pay a visit to Thistletop--north along the Lost Coast Road. The Thistletop tribe has the shaman I mentioned. A trip there and back shouldn't be too long in the making, depending upon the wanderings of the bugbear in that area. If I'm not back in four days, I'd have you beg leave of the mayor and come in search of me. What will you do in the interim, charged as you are in the service of the town?"
When the wench has quit the room, Shalelu offers, "There are some who trade with goblins in this region. Coin might be a commodity for that purpose, but more often it's a less formal sort of bartering. One of the tribes has a shaman whose poultices--foul-reeking and ill-made as they are--heal well enough. An ewe or a faggot of wood for a draught, that's a common enough exchange. The outlying farms too far from Sandpoint to call for a midwife when the snows come will sometimes barter for healing if need besets them with desperation. The stigma of goblin dealings is such that I doubt you'll find many in Sandpoint who admit to that sort of bartering, however."
Her eel bouillabaise finished and her bowl cleaned with a crust of bread, Shalelu shifts a sheathed dagger at her waist. "Your news has altered my plan. I'd thought to traverse the Shankwood but I think instead I'll pay a visit to Thistletop--north along the Lost Coast Road. The Thistletop tribe has the shaman I mentioned. A trip there and back shouldn't be too long in the making, depending upon the wanderings of the bugbear in that area. If I'm not back in four days, I'd have you beg leave of the mayor and come in search of me. What will you do in the interim, charged as you are in the service of the town?"