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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kid Charlemagne" data-source="post: 203914" data-attributes="member: 93">The town of Everbright, Kingdom of Caer Sidi, June 25th, AE 420Corwin stay up most of the night reading the novel and the journal in order to glean any clues from them.  He is aided in this by his ring of sustenance, which allows him to sleep only two hours a night.  He therefore is awake in the early dawn hours when Lord Evan and his retinue load up their horses and ride off.  Corwin notes that they are headed in the direction of Duke Alfric’s castle as well.The next morning the party decides to purchase some horses and ride to Duke Alfric’s castle.  Aris has been curious about the way that silver is not used in the local economy, and he approaches the innkeeper, pulling a silver coin out of his coin purse and twirling it in his fingers.  The innkeeper’s eyes widen slightly in a curious expression.   Aris raises an eyebrow.“Have you ever seen this sort of metal before?” the Bladesinger asks.“What? Oh, yes certainly,” the hobgoblin replies.“You looked like you’d never seen it before,” Aris says, curiously.“Oh no,” the innkeeper responds.  “I’ve just never seen one of you Pharisees who can bear to touch the stuff!”“Oh.”  Aris’ grin is frozen on his face, as he quietly puts the silver coin back in his pouch.“That explains that, then.”“You just called me a Pharisee,” Aris continues after a moment.  “Well, that’s what you are,” the innkeeper replies.  “You, Lord Evan, and so on.”“I see,” Aris continues.  “So the elves around here are known as Pharisees?”“Didn’t know there were any of you that weren’t,” the innkeeper says.“Definitely not from around here,” he mutters under his breath.The party heads down to the marketplace, led there by one of the servants from the Inn, a young orc.  He bears one of the bronze collars similarto the one Lord Evan’s orcish servant wore.  Brennen asks him about it.“What does that collar indicate?” he asks.  The orc looks at him like he’s from another planet (which he is, kind of).“It means I am the property of the owner of the Riven Sword Inn,” he says.“Hmm,” Brennen says.  “Is the slavery generational?”“Jena-what?”“Are you born into slavery?”“Oh.  Yes.”Gavin and Reana pick out some horses, but find that there are not enough for everyone.   Rather than arrive riding two to a horse, they decide to purchase a wagon and two horses.  Jovah wanders around the marketplace, and peeks into a blacksmith shop were horses are being shod.  The shop is manned by a trio of dwarves.Each wears the bronze collar.“Wonderful,” Jovah mutters.</blockquote>

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