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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 2688133" data-attributes="member: 22792">Chapter Somenumber:  Minetown Cont'd.“This is it,” Motega grunted.  He brushed his dark hair back from his eyes, wiping a bit of travel-dirt from his face.“You’re the cleanest Rorn in existence, Mo,” Magnus prodded.  “A little dirt won’t hurt.  So,” the mage shoved the parchment he had been glancing over into his satchel, “I suppose we just walk in to this tavern—owned by a halfling—in a Culite-infested town and hope that we can discern some information.  And more importantly, not get poisoned for our curiousity.”“Sounds like a plan,” Tobias replied.  “What was the owner’s name again?”“Whembly Burrfoot,” answered the priest.  “At least, that’s what that flying halfling said.”“Are we sure about we’re at the right tavern?”  Tobias questioned.  He glanced at the rickety sign, swaying slightly in the breeze.  The indecipherable, at least to his level of intelligence, symbols were black and coarse, inscribed below a finer set of symbols with a dark ‘X’ across.Motega glanced at the mage, waiting for an assurance.  Tobias mimicked the look while Magnus smiled condescendingly.“Yes this is—or at least was—the Whore’s Nag.  But as you’ll note, the Whore’s Nag has been scratched out.  Below it, well, it looks like some uneducated fool tried to write:  Abe’s Bar and Inn.  Of course, he spelled Inn wrong, and the ‘a’ in bar is backward, and …”The Rornman interjected, “we get it, mage.  The man doesn’t know how to spell or write—he’s so inferior to you.”  Magnus’ face flushed crimson.  “Let’s just go in and get this over with.”  Tobias reached into his haversack, checking to assure the placement of something that might become vital and smiled.  A plan, indeed.Suddenly, a child popped his shaggy brown hair around the corner of the tavern, his beady eyes measuring the company.  Tobias nodded his head, a gesture of acknowledgement, and the child hopped out to stand before the party.  The youth bowed, low and awkwardly, rising to puff his chest out to twice its normal girth.“Ello’ good sirs and welcome to Honest Abe’s Bar and Inn.  If you’d like, we ‘ave stables in the rear where I can house yer steeds, for a normal rate.”  He grinned, proud of his recitation.“Don’t you mean nominal rate?”  Magnus questioned and the child guffawed, insecurity upon his face.  “And how much is this fee?”“Greed is a path that leads to evil,” Tobias hissed.  The paladin glanced at the child and smiled warmly.  “Here you go.  I believe this should cover it.”  He tossed a small bag of coin—which the child caught deftly.  His eyes opened wide in shock when he peered at the contents.  “And of course,” Tobias stated cheerfully, “a well-earned tip for one so adept at his job.”  “Thank you very much, kind sirs.”  The stableboy moved to gather the reins and stuck his tongue out at the mage.  The party dismounted and steeled their selves for whatever they would find within ‘Honest’ Abe’s Bar and Inn.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------There's five hundred words exactly for you, Yeti--the Mad Mage.  Not to mention all the other readers out there---See, I told you I'd update on Sunday <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />~Fune</blockquote>

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