You all will notice that Cal has a very finely made, very sharp looking Rapier on his hip and a very well crafted composite longbow on his back. He is wearing a well made black and red cloak with a hood. as well as silken gloves that seem to shimmer just so slightly. He is also accompanied by a rather large horse that is wearing chain barding.
Cal asks"Does anyone know where I can stable Marlee for the night?
(Cal will try and find a stable for Marlee with any information that he has received from this soon to be traveling party.)
Wilie tells Cal, "The Felled Ogre has stables at the back of the inn. Durst has a couple of stable-boys who can take care of your horse. the standard price is 5 copper per night. Give the boys an extra copper for each of them and they'll give your Marlee one of the best stalls and a fresh apple. Rooms are 5 silver per night, I think, and meals are 2 silvers. Durst has some of the best fare in the Market District."
Wilie notes a street waif eyeing the toll coins and quickly shoos him away. (He gives the lad a silver from his own pocket.) Soon he's up on his soapbox again taking tolls. While talking to the group, a line of carts had begun to form. Wilie apologizes for the delays and cracks a few randy jokes to lighten the mood.
"I tend to agree with you there... Helman is it?" Something just seems off, call it a gut feeling but I hope I'm wrong.
"Yes, Helman Jernigan is my name. I admit that I thought Wilie was kidding me when he first told me about the note he received. Hmm, I'll check with my contacts in the city and see if I can figure out who this S.H. might be. I wouldn't want Wilie's cousin, or any of you, to walk into a trap. Wilie would be devastated if anything happened to Borya. It would also be bad for business. In the morning, send Chadwick — he's the oldest of the stable-boys — over to my bar. I can't say for certain I'll have anything for you all, but I'll try."
Helman heads back into his bar. He look of concern for Wilie is obvious to all gathered. Once inside, you can hear his voice raise above the din. Two human drunks are tossed out on the street to be picked up by the Market Watch.
(After that I will head towards the Felled Ogre for a room and some food and drink. Once at the inn Cal try's to find a table in the corner to relax at.)
Cal takes Marlee behind The Felled Ogre and hands her off to the stable-boys. They tell him to pay Durst for the stabling but eagerly take any extra coins he gives them. He heads back around to the front and enters the inn with Vak'Tiel who is eager for something to eat.
The Ogre is quite the sight. The common room is filled to the brim. While humans dominate the inn, there are a wide variety of races — dwarves, gnomes, half-elves, halflings, rakastas, and even a few dragonborn, half-orcs, and ibixians — gathered to listen to several bard's sing and watch a scarf dancer. Behind the bar, there is a large pickling jar with an ogre's head in it. A man wanders the room making sure everyone is having a good time and behaving themselves. He is a burly fellow with a bald head, a ring in each ear, and a huge steel glove upon his massive left hand.
While a few in the room casually note Cal and Vak'Tiel entrance, the bald man notices right away. He comes up and welcomes the duo, "Welcome to The Felled Ogre. I am Durst Hammerhand. Rooms are 5 silver each, if you're staying the night. If you've a horse outside, stabling is 5 copper per night. My wife Aileen can bring you something from the kitchen if you're hungry. That's another 2 silvers. We also have a good selection of spirits if you looking for a drink. If yer a lightweight, I recommend you start with a mug of Brin Zwiesher's Ale. 4 coppers a mug."
Durst speaks with a heavy accent similar to that of Vak'Tiel's. He definitely has some wildness in his eyes, but it has been subdued by living in Bard's Gate. His teeth are tinged with yellow and one is replaced by what looks like a small, polished ivory tooth.
