Menu~barley mush with cranberries, strip of chard veal covered in red eye gravy. 7 gold. Visit the gift shop for our magical antler jewelry now 50% off.
Creeping. Sweating. Trying to follow the path. Weather changing. Tracker was fretting. Could have gone to magic school. Could have been sitting in a warm castle with a thick book in front of the fire. Could have been...now face down in the ground with arms bound tightly behind back with feet followed quickly by the nimble hands. Tracker buried in shame. A game trap and Tracker was the game.
A snowflake is individual. It is white, delicate, and melts in the hand. A warm hand. The ground for a single dancing snowflake as it landed in the palm. The fingers closed in around it, one after the other, adding heat to the snowflake. The delicate design began to wither into the wetness it was. A good squeeze of heat of the clinched fist and the snowflake is gone. The fist lowered out of the horizon to eye level. What is, or who is, that in the distant creeping?
Menu~Wine, flesh, and pine with a visit from the King.
Apprentice easily moved over the long prairie grass and sized up her target in the distance. Smirk. Starting to figure it all out? Better hurry because the gears grinding were getting way to loud.
Apprentice slipped the 50 foot rope in her back belt loop and the dagger inside of her leather boot pocket. Smirked at the two huge men as she pocketed the gold in her front pocket to give herself more of a manly frontal look. Then walked out the back door. There was no slipping out, no reason to fall in a mud puddle if you need not.
The gnomes are at it again. Mystery meat sandwiches with questionably bubbly drink. If you don't puke it up within an hour, it's five silver. If not, it's two gold.
Tracker followed the second set of footprints. The second set followed the Stranger. Tracker followed them both and came up to the town. Stranger's prints went into town. Second's prints headed to the outskirt of town. Tracker nervously looked around the horizons. Rain was pending. Hurry. Panic. Quickening steps led to the end of the tracks. Then a new path of a three horseshoed beast began.
Menu~Local game blackened over the fire by the new asst cook and chuck veggie salad. 15 silver. Check the odds with the Bartender on the new asst cook.
Second looked up from the Blacksmith's fire. The shoe was almost ready. The cost of this shoe was pricey. Seems everyone was getting gold out of him today. Blacksmith, Bartender, Cook, and now the Apprentice. Had to love a town like this. No morals. Only gold. Apprentice held out her hand. Second handed her a small pouch of gold. Blacksmith handed her a set of throwing daggers. Second looked at them and shook his head. Fifty foot of rope is the standard here. Apprentice rolled her eyes. Laid down one dagger and picked up the rope. Thunder was heard way off.