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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Soloist" data-source="post: 9667702" data-attributes="member: 7043470">Romance of the Perilous Land, solo, 02Sir Garondir arrives at the Clover hamlet at the end of the afternoon. A slight drizzle started about an hour ago. Fog clouds block the horizon. The watchman opens the gate for the Fisher King knight approaching on foot. Sir Garondir is a muscular young man in his late twenties, with short black hair, a trimmed beard and dark eyes. He wears leather armour under his blue-green Fisher King tabard and carries a shield and a sword. The drenched knight seeks shelter at the local inn. Herbert’s Place is a small stone house with three rooms for rent. Sir Garondir finds the common room strangely empty. Usually, on rainy days, when it’s impossible to work in the muddy fields, villagers play games of chance at the inn. Herbert is a very tall, thin fellow with ginger-grey hair, a short beard and green eyes. He looks (perception 8, success) relieved to have the knight in his establishment. Something is amiss.- I am Sir Garondir, knight of the Fisher King. I sense the turmoil of your soul. How can I be of assistance, innkeeper?- Good Sir, it’s the Banshee of Petunia Winslow. She haunts my establishments since her violent death a week ago. She appears every night around her time of death, not long before midnight. One of her ‘customers’ cut her throat instead of paying. The murderer fled into the night. He was a passerby. [Does the description fit one of the criminals on Sir Garondir’s list? Yes.]- My quest is to track these criminals across the land and inflict the justice of the Fisher King upon them. I’ll avenge Petunia Winslow, but I need rest for a few hours. Sir Garondir pays for his overnight stay and goes to his room on the second level.An hour later, an athletic young woman dressed in lively colours of blue and violet enters the inn. The troubadour has shoulder-length brown hair. Her royal blue felt hat with a white plume complements her oval face and hazel eyes. She is soaked to the bones. The woman walks directly to the fireplace, removes her cloak and orders hot wine. Herbert prepares the beverage and brings it to her.<ul> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Thank you, innkeeper. I’ll take a room for the night. She takes a sip of wine. </li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">You are in luck, my lady. I have a room for you.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Can I pay for the room with my music tonight? I’m Berlinda DeLuthien, a renowned troubadour from Camelot (bluff 10, success).</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">My lady Berlinda, I do not doubt you, but sadly, the patrons are absent from my establishment this week. They work hard in the fields and go to bed early (bluff, 15 fail).</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">I’ll pay for my room with coins then. </li> </ul>Herbert returns behind the bar and puts the coins in his coffer. The young woman takes her lute from its protective leather bag and starts playing a melancholic ballad. She silently wonders why the innkeeper lied to her. Once her clothes have dried, she goes to her room.Not long before midnight, the knight and the troubadour are woken up by a terrible wail. They hear Herbert scream at the top of his lungs, his footsteps on the wooden floor and the inn’s door slamming shut as he flees onto the street.</blockquote>

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