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Message: <blockquote data-quote="domminniti" data-source="post: 9026895" data-attributes="member: 7041633">Russet thinks hard. Tracking merchant caravans was a skill he had honed well, so even with his head swimming with ale, the inferences were clear to him.  He gives Lumrolur a smile, trying to coax out some friendliness. He dares a hearty pat on the shoulder.Seems your hunch was right, little...friend? I think they've double backed.  In this weather taking the sleds off track when there's perfectly good roads with taverns on them is going to peeve your guards, to say the least. So they've probably come this way on the way to Easthaven, and if they did a shopkeeper or local merchant would have spotted them - they watch each other like hawks. Best if someone else loosens some tongues, the merchant sorts don't care much for me, nor I them.  If they did double back its very suspicious -  No merchant worth his salt returns to a town they've passed by so soon... without a very good reason. Russet repocketed his rough stained handkerchief that he was going use to mop up the spilled ale. He nods his head in appreciation at Alma's magic, but he is a little disappointed. He was going to wring the ale back out in his cup. Waste not want not was a mantra his mother had instilled in him.Alma, your star map idea, it might have legs. In this weather I wouldn't want to ford the Shaegarne to get to Bremen, dogsleds or no.  So they probably couldn't complete the hilt if they wanted to.  Do the dates match anything about the stars? Stars have birthdays or something right? We harengon don't need help from the stars, we're lucky enough /s.</blockquote>

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