"Aside from the mud, maybe ye can tell us a bit about why no one's on the road these days."
“
Eh, not many travelers, wouldn’t know anything about that.” Perren says with a grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
With that Auldwyl turns his horse and leads you down the lane to his farmhouse.
Hitching his horse to the post outside the front door, Auldwyl leads you into a simple one story stone house. The first room is a combination entryway livingroom with a few spartan furnishings.
On the other side of the main partitioning wall lies a hearth with cooking utensils hanging on the walls.
The aroma of cooking stew greats your nostrils and your stomach’s grumble anticipatorily, as if you didn’t remember you haven’t eaten a cooked meal in 6 days.
The northern third of the house is separated by two heavy curtains, which you assume must be the sleeping quarters as you see no bed in the part of the house you can see.
“
Your welcome to sleep out here,” Perrin says, “
me beds in the back here, but there’s only one,” he continues pointing to the curtain as if reading your minds.
Moving towards the hearth, “
take a load off,” he says as he nods towards the few chairs available.
With that he sets to dishing out six steaming helpings of what’s been cooking on the hearth.
[sblock=OOC][sblock=Therez and Oramail]When Perrin Auldwyl replies to Greive’s question you get the impression he knows something more then he’s letting on[/sblock][/sblock]
