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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 2781824" data-attributes="member: 22792">Chapter Somenumber:  Minetown ContinuedIts short...I know, I know.  But I'm a bit out of it...doped up on Nyquil and Sudafed.  And someone mentioned to me that they had read this...and it made me feel guilty for not updating in such a time.  ...so here you go...I'm so weak <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=";)" /> -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“Welcome, Welcome, Welcome!” bellowed a thin, balding man.  He pushed a few strands of silvering hair from his eyes while hurrying toward the Heroes.  “Have a seat,” he commanded as much as suggested, taking a dirt-clad rag and scrubbing down the largest table within the inn.  Along the walls hung all manner of paraphernalia from broken swords to the heads of a variety of animals preserved perfectly after death and even ancient candelabras.  A thick dust clung upon many of the tables speaking tales about neglect and a constant lack of patrons.  Tobias grunted, taking the center chair with a clear view toward the bar that stretched along the far wall.  The Rornman and the mage both chose chairs with clear views through the dingy windows while Fitz chose the chair closest the aged man.  The priest beamed at him.“Now, what can I get for you folks?”  “Infor—” Motega started before Fitz cut him off, “We have traveled a long distance.”  The priest shot a glare to silence the ranger.  “What foods do you have readily available?”“Ah, well I have the most delicious stew on this side of Raider’s Bay.  And make no doubt,” he emphasized his statements by punctuating the air with his index finger, “it’s sure to cure what’ ails ya—‘specially if it’s exhaustion.  I used to travel a bit back in my younger days…” the man rambled on for the better part of ten minutes, all in describing how he had been forced to create a powerful stew to keep one warm on cool winter days and awake on those tiring, endless nights and filled with energy for the near-endless wandering between adventures.  Fitz nodded politely.  Tobias cautiously watched the old man.  Motega rubbed his brow and Magnus yawned, both of their attentions glued once again to the windows and the outside town.  Not a soul passed in front of the windows.“Well, that sounds positively delicious.  I’ll have some of your stew,” the priest said.  “And ale?”  He tossed two golden coins toward the server.“Yes, sir.  The finest ale yer likely to find—if I may be so bold—in the entirety of Valusia.”“Not likely,” grunted the Rorn.“Well give me a mug then!” shouted Fitz to cover the derogatory comment.  “Of course—and your friends?” He turned to each member individually.“The same,” stated Magnus. “The same,” Motega grunted.“I’m fine,” said Tobias coldly.“Nothing at all, sir?”  The old man’s eyebrows arched.“I said, I’m fine,” repeated the paladin.  Tobias grabbed a trail ration from his pack as well as his water-skin.  He tore into the trail ration, without giving the man another glance.“Well—that’ll be,” the old man began but Fitz silenced him by tossing a few more golden coins into his hand.  The geezer coughed and sputtered before saying, “That should cover it.”  He rushed back behind the bar and through an opening into the kitchen.  “What was all that about?” the priest demanded from Tobias.The holy warrior shrugged, mumbling, “We’re in enemy territory.  I’ll be twice damned if I’m going to eat anything that may be poisoned.  Enjoy your meal, though.”  He returned to finishing the ration.  “Are we even going to try to garner any information from this native?” Magnus queried.“Sometimes, mage,” Fitz educated, “you have to soften them up first with pleasantries.”  The Rorn grunted, the mage shook his head.  “I’d rather beat it out of him…” murmured Magnus.“I have no doubt you would but that’s not always the most effective way,” the cleric admonished.  “We’re here to meet with a halfling, aren’t we?” asked Tobias.  “He looks a little tall to be a halfling, let alone a halfling named Wembly.  And this is the only tavern we’ve seen in the entire town.  Which means, this must be the Whore’s Nag, or whatever the name of it was.  I suspect foul play.”  The old man darted toward the table, steaming dishes of stew perched upon an old wooden tray.  “Dinner is served,” he half-sang as he smiled at the group.</blockquote>

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