Smashed World, Part II

Durban

Being unfamiliar with animals, Druban will putter around each of the stalls that the horses are in, hoping to help get them clean and dry.

"I might have to think about getting a steed. This seems very fulfilling."
 

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Lorcan finds a pitchfork abandoned to a corner and remembers seeing a pile of straws outside the stables. Inspections reveals that they are fresh but slightly moist as a result of being so close to the lake.
With Durban's meager assistance, he manages to clean the stalls and place new straws into them.

Haplo approaches the dogs, which first don't take a notice of him. When he starts soothing them, they slow down their brawl and look at him, cocking their head and then slowly approach him. They start sniffing his cloth, getting to know this new member of the pack.

Meanwhile, Horros removes the saddles and saddle bags from the horses and starts grooming them. When Durban and Lorcan finish their cleaning, Horros is a little from completing his own work.
 

"I have soothed them. I should feed them. I doubt anybody has cared for them in a while. Don't worry about tserof, I can take care of him.":D

I will pull some of my rations out of my back pack, and attempt to split it amongst the 2 dogs.
 

Lorcan stables Ceinwein in the closest stall, then heads out of the stables.

"I'm going in to get us some rooms for the night. Anyone coming with me?"
 

"Sure, I'm done here. I could use some ale. A bath, bed, and some peace and quiet would be nice too later." After a moment Horros adds, "Not that I think we'll get all of those in this place."
 

Durban

"You're right -- this is a pain. Maybe there's a way to make an ectoplasmic steed..." lost in thought, Durban follows the others into the inn in search of a warm bed.
 



Haplo breaks the ration and hands it to the dogs, who almost bite his hand alongside the food. Now that he looks at them, he notices that they are thin, not sickly thin but underfed.

Horros, Lorcan and Durban enter the inn through the front door. The inside is nicer than what the guard at the gate let you understand.
The people already inside turn to face the newcomers, you, and after a quick look return to their drinks. There is no fighting aside from the occasional friendly punch being thrown.
Signs of past brawls are there, however, broken pieces of tables and chairs are piled next to the fireplace and there are some small patches of dryed blood on the floor. Next to the door, a pile of fresh tables and chairs is leaning against the wall.
Otherwise the inn seems as nice as one would expect from an inn.
 

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