[IC] Shamutani Hills - psi/gng
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thotd
November 13, at the inn in Cantopanti
The inn is rather small and ramshackle. At first you wonder if it is closed for there isn't anyone inside and the interior is dark and quiet. But eventually someone answers your call from the back of the building. A moment later, a middle aged man appears, wiping his hands on a grubby apron. He looks rather surprised when you ask for a meal.
"Aye, well. Breakfast is done. But I could gather together something cold if you likes? With a nice hot pot o'tea. Take a seat, won't be long."
All the tables and chairs, oddly, seem to have been designed for rather short people. The seat of the chairs are only about a foot or so above the ground, the tables so low that you need to slip your legs under carefully or risk giving the table a violent knock.
A short while later the master comes out with the tea. It is strong and bitter, but leaves a pleasant aftertaste. It's not bad. The meal comes out a little later. The bread could be fresher, but the cheese is good - stong and sharp it goes well with the pickles.
The inn is rather small and ramshackle. At first you wonder if it is closed for there isn't anyone inside and the interior is dark and quiet. But eventually someone answers your call from the back of the building. A moment later, a middle aged man appears, wiping his hands on a grubby apron. He looks rather surprised when you ask for a meal.
"Aye, well. Breakfast is done. But I could gather together something cold if you likes? With a nice hot pot o'tea. Take a seat, won't be long."
All the tables and chairs, oddly, seem to have been designed for rather short people. The seat of the chairs are only about a foot or so above the ground, the tables so low that you need to slip your legs under carefully or risk giving the table a violent knock.
A short while later the master comes out with the tea. It is strong and bitter, but leaves a pleasant aftertaste. It's not bad. The meal comes out a little later. The bread could be fresher, but the cheese is good - stong and sharp it goes well with the pickles.
doghead
thotd
November 13, at the inn in Cantopanti.
"Thank you. My wife makes it, she does. But won't tell me what does it. Some sort of Brunnar family secret."
He scrubs his chin for a bit in response to your question.
"Ah, the Hills. Never been far from Cantopanti myself, so I can't say for sure like. The low road, well thats Elvin territory. Mischievious little buggers they are, dangerous even if some of the tales be true."
He sucks on his teeth for a bit before continuing.
"But the high road, well thats just plain dangerous."
His gaze flickers across the four of you and your equipment.
"All in all, what you needs is a guide. Someone who knows the area like. I could help you with that if you like."
"Thank you. My wife makes it, she does. But won't tell me what does it. Some sort of Brunnar family secret."
He scrubs his chin for a bit in response to your question.
"Ah, the Hills. Never been far from Cantopanti myself, so I can't say for sure like. The low road, well thats Elvin territory. Mischievious little buggers they are, dangerous even if some of the tales be true."
He sucks on his teeth for a bit before continuing.
"But the high road, well thats just plain dangerous."
His gaze flickers across the four of you and your equipment.
"All in all, what you needs is a guide. Someone who knows the area like. I could help you with that if you like."
Sado
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"That's more like it," Casparan says amicably. "We would appreciate any help you could give us. Though we've heard the opposite advice from another-that we should follow the high road. Why do you say otherwise?"
He sips the tea. A hint of a smile croses his face, and he nods at the innkeeper appreciatively.
He sips the tea. A hint of a smile croses his face, and he nods at the innkeeper appreciatively.
doghead
thotd
November 13, in the inn in Cantopanti
"Well I don't rightly remember recommending either way, truth be told.
"Seems to me that it depends on who you are and what you know. Old Caleb, he'd take the low road. Young Caleb, he'd take the high. Most folks like yourselves would take the river down to the Jabaji, then a boat up to Khare, if thats where you be heading. Least, I reckon they must 'cos few enough pass through here. It would add some miles to the trip however.
ooc: Actually quite a few. The river south (which you crossed earlier in the day doesn't meet the Jabaji until almost at the coast, which is about as far away as Khare is from you now.
"But all this is neither here nor there. I'll see if I can find young Caleb for you will I? He's been mooching around lately with nothing to keep him from idleness, so I'm sure he'll be able to take you."
Sado said:
"Well I don't rightly remember recommending either way, truth be told.
"Seems to me that it depends on who you are and what you know. Old Caleb, he'd take the low road. Young Caleb, he'd take the high. Most folks like yourselves would take the river down to the Jabaji, then a boat up to Khare, if thats where you be heading. Least, I reckon they must 'cos few enough pass through here. It would add some miles to the trip however.
ooc: Actually quite a few. The river south (which you crossed earlier in the day doesn't meet the Jabaji until almost at the coast, which is about as far away as Khare is from you now.
"But all this is neither here nor there. I'll see if I can find young Caleb for you will I? He's been mooching around lately with nothing to keep him from idleness, so I'm sure he'll be able to take you."
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