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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sebastian O" data-source="post: 3518017" data-attributes="member: 25206">"Well, master gnome, food we have...and good food at that, if I may say so! I've a hearty stew on, and some cold mutton, sliced thin. Bread, fresh baked this morning, some fresh greens from the fields...and oh, yes, some wonderful, juicy apples. And, don't forget the beer! I have a most lovely, dark ale on tap. A bit of a specialty, as it were. Name's Pelter by the way...Mikal Pelter.""Ah...heard about the troubles afoot, have you?" Pelter gives a wry shake of his head. "Probably ol' Min Harkness flappin' her gums, again. Give her half a moment, and you'll know the whole town's gossip like you're livin' it yourself. And, sure, you look like a pious man, but your coin'll spend as good as any sinner, I reckon!"[sblock=OOC]Yes, assume PHB standard prices unless otherwise specified.[/sblock]Pelter frowns skeptically. "Prince Reginald is it? Well, forgive me...um, sir...but this hardly looks like the entourage of a royal highness, does it now? Surely you don't expect me to believe you're really..." but then, Pelter's words trail off as he feels the weight of the platinum crown placed into his meaty hand. His eyes bulge out as he deftly whooshes the valuable coin into an apron pocket. "Then again, what do I know of royalty and such? You say you're a prince, you're a prince! Welcome to the Hadler's Gap Inn, Prince Reginald of Flynn!" Pelter bends awkwardly at the waist, in what seems to be a clumsy attempt at a bow. "I will be more than happy to share our little town's recent woes, but first, food and drink, yes? Fit for royalty..." Pelter begins to busy himself preparing meals and beverages at the party's request, scurrying around with surprising speed for one of his girth...it seems he has no other employees around at the moment, so he does everything himself. The party seats themselves at a table, availing themselves of Pelter's hospitality and service.To Natty's disappointment, the inn contains only Pelter and the two old men in the corner. Pretty slim pickings for pulling any pranks.---------------------------------------After the party has had their fill of food and drink (and, indeed the food and beer are all surprisingly good), Pelter comes and seats himself at the table with the rest of the group. "By your leave, Prince Reginald, I'll tell the tale of our 'ogre problem' now. Not that I expect you and your men to adopt our humble town's problems as you own...but, seeing as you requeted the telling, I'll oblige." The innkeep retrieves a short clay pipe from his apron and lights a plug of aromatic tobacco before he continues. "I guess you might say we've had something of an ogre problem for a good long while now. There's this big brute name of Logbrag who lives up in the hills. Been hassling folks on the outskirts for what...close to three years now, wouldn't you say, Herm?"One of the old men at the corner table nods slowly and drawls, "A-yep."Pelter continues, "Right...so Logbrag runs roughshod over this gang of kobolds, and the lot of them were up to mischief from time to time. Carrying off livestock, breaking fences down, stealing what they could get their hands on. Sometimes, the big bully made more serious threats, but he's not been much of a fighter at heart...usually, he could just be bought off, trouble avoided. But, sometime in the last few weeks, something's changed. First, the kobolds all seem to have disappeared...no one's seen any of them. Worse, Logbrag's started murdering. It started with a couple of cows, a horse...but now, he's moved on to people. A couple traveling merchants, a woodsman who lived alone out on the edge of the hills. Killed brutally, in cold blood, and for no reason. Nobody knows what's changed old Logbrag, but he's getting bolder and more vicious, and those that have seen him said he looks different, too. His skin's darker, and someone said his eyes were glowing green, but I don't know if you can believe that. Anyway, after three years of mostly peaceful coexistence, Logbrag the bully has become Logbrag the killer. And nobody here in Hadler's Gap knows what to do about it." Pelter puffs at his pipe for a moment, and waits for the party members' replies.</blockquote>

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