Snowey (Snow from the Mountain)
Nov 2, 2021 15:24:38 GMT
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Post by Snowey on Nov 2, 2021 15:24:38 GMT
Stepping out of the House of Wonder, a bleary-eyed tabaxi blinks in the early morning light. After a moment to stretch her arms and tail, she begins her morning stroll around the sea ward, hoping to find something that would break the routine she so quickly developed on arriving in Waterdeep. The lodgings so kindly provided in return for cataloguing help had kept her going for the past few weeks, but this did not feel like a place to settle for much longer. She starts to unfurl her parchment and begins to take notes of what she saw on her walk, which quickly start to resemble the lists made on every other morning wander recently. Quickly becoming frustrated, she screwed the page into a ball and threw it down an alleyway.
"Oi, watch where you're throwing things!" came a voice from where the paper was aimed, as a skinny half elf emerged from the shadows with a bag of empty bottles.
Well, this changes the monotony I suppose...
"So sorry, wasn't concentrating. What are you doing with all those bottles?"
The half elf looked taken aback at being asked such a basic question. "Gettin' rid of them of course. There were so many drinkin' here last night that I gotta take these ones out this morning." they replied, before clanking away around the corner.
The tabaxi looked around, for once gazing further up the wall, and saw a swinging sign saying "Fiery Flagon". As if on cue, her stomach gave a growl as the smell of fresh kippers drifted through the doorway. Deciding to cut her walk short, she entered and ordered a large breakfast plate at a slightly extortionate cost. While waiting for the food to arrive, she rifled through a stack of adverts and flyers on the bar counter, with images of boats for hire, a spritely looking drow offering cleaning services and a voucher for a free walking tour. Just as a plate of food arrived in front of her, she reached the final note in the stack:
"Finally! The sign I've been looking for," she proclaimed to the baffled breakfast patrons. Abandoning the remainder of her breakfast, she lept to her feet and ran out of the inn with the note waving in her hand.
"TO KANTAS!"
"Oi, watch where you're throwing things!" came a voice from where the paper was aimed, as a skinny half elf emerged from the shadows with a bag of empty bottles.
Well, this changes the monotony I suppose...
"So sorry, wasn't concentrating. What are you doing with all those bottles?"
The half elf looked taken aback at being asked such a basic question. "Gettin' rid of them of course. There were so many drinkin' here last night that I gotta take these ones out this morning." they replied, before clanking away around the corner.
The tabaxi looked around, for once gazing further up the wall, and saw a swinging sign saying "Fiery Flagon". As if on cue, her stomach gave a growl as the smell of fresh kippers drifted through the doorway. Deciding to cut her walk short, she entered and ordered a large breakfast plate at a slightly extortionate cost. While waiting for the food to arrive, she rifled through a stack of adverts and flyers on the bar counter, with images of boats for hire, a spritely looking drow offering cleaning services and a voucher for a free walking tour. Just as a plate of food arrived in front of her, she reached the final note in the stack:
"Are you looking for a life of adventure, daring and above all, style?
If so, look no further than the exciting land of Kantas"
"Finally! The sign I've been looking for," she proclaimed to the baffled breakfast patrons. Abandoning the remainder of her breakfast, she lept to her feet and ran out of the inn with the note waving in her hand.
"TO KANTAS!"