Hellig nods. "I agree. With the right wagon, a rothe is superior to a horse."
" So Wheelin' and Dealin' for a covered wagon with a better hook up for Sparklefoot! I think it can be done. My parents raised no fool. Though Ciern can help, he is the merchant after all." she says with gusto then puases.
" Question, how well are you at having to drop everything and running. You know for practical business purposes" She says in a cute manner hoping to avoid too much suspicion.
"I am not much of a sprinter..." Ceirn says in reply to Priscilla, he then looks back at the cart and says, "There are others who might be better equipped to control the horse then I would be. If not I would happily ride it over another cart ride. If we could get a wagon that did not make it feel like my back was going to break at any moment I think that would suffice. But I am not sure this waystation would have such a cart for trade or sale for what we have."
I am not much for running if you are hinting at what I think you are.
" Whatever do you mean Arrgh?" She says with a raised brow and feigned shock.
"I only say that as I have had deals go south fast, insults lobbed, daggers flew, and a swift get away was needed. That's all. The Starling fool thought because I look like a cute child that I have a mind of a child. When he found out the difference well..." She stopped and giggled.
" Nevermind that. I am pretty sure we can get something. We have this cart and a horse. Though Arrgh if you have the tools and time we may want a patch job on the obvious hole"
No tools.
"For now it's late. We should get the animals stabled and see if we have rooms of some sort to sleep here tonight. And food. Food would be good." Ceirn says as he starts walking towards wherever they will need to make arrangements for the animals.
The ring of hammer on anvil chimes repeatedly from behind the large, square shape that is the inn, intermixed with the sounds of horses neighing, cows mooing, and the occasional goat bleating. Horses and cows stick their heads out of the stables that are built off of the side walls. They look around, uninterested except for food and water. People walk about the paved courtyard, while a couple stable boys scoop dung from the stones.
taking a moment, you watch several folks drop off a horse with a stableman, who nods, hands a chit, and takes the animal into an empty stall. From the looks of it, it seems that this inn is holding more guests.
Helna steps off to the side, stretching, yet not saying anything, a slight smile upon her face.
"I have no skill with horses, but I can lead it back." Ceirn says as he approaches the horse and unties the rope from the cart.
" I can poke around, see whats around about the harness and wagons" Priscilla says as she stretches and smiles looking about.
" Good to know, Sparklefoot does sparkle after all!!" She giggled, a bit tired and stiff but she was working on that.
If someone can ride the horse we can keep it. I'll go see if they have carpentry tools so I can work on the wagon. Aghh will head out to see what he can find. Whether at a shop or stable.
"I should leave animal husbandry to those who know such things better. But the discovery of Sparklefoot's magical shoes is very interesting. Excellent work, Naomi."
Priscilla will look in the stables see whats there, see and observe those who work in there. Especially, if thier are signs of unused wagons, carriages ectera. Possible leverage over the sellers.
helna wanders over, lifting up a hoof and looking at the shoe. Hmpfh. I am clueless... Sorry she lowers Sparklefoot's hoof.
should we say something... to someone... about the bodies? about what we found? are we caring for the halfling...? Helna asks out loud to no one (but everyone) in particular.
"I am not sure who we would tell at this point...We have no real idea where they came from and we are headed this way because of a lack of security in the area anyway. I think leaving the halfling here to be cared for seems like a better option then bringing her along." Ceirn says.
Agghh is still looking for what he needs and is not present.
"Having to care for an injured person while traveling would complicate things. Unless it turns out that she is some sort of mage or otherwise highly skilled in some useful art, it would probably be best for everyone to leave her here."
Ceirn will guide the horse in behind Naomi and strokes the horses neck as he waits to hear the answers.
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you round the corner of the rear of the inn and see a small stone building, not more than four feet in height. in the back corner, a fire burns brightly. just out of arm's reach, an elf sits on the ground, a lump of steel driven into a short stump set into hard packed dirt. Steel, glowing yellow, held in a set of tongs, is hammered expertly. Solid blows connect between hammer and anvil, with the steel stretched into the shape of a horseshoe.
You gently pick up the halfling, who snores softly into your breast as you hold her close. Weighing near to nothing, she is easy to manage as you make your way through the single door into the inn.
the sound of dozens of voices talking simultaneously washes over you, and you flinch a moment, expecting the noise to awaken the small item in your hands. yet, all she does is continue to sleep.
what'll it be? a voice to your right asks loudly. you turn and notice a tall, odd looking, green elf. you blink, and shake your head. no, not an elf. a strangely thin looking half-orc...missing the lower tusks?!
I said, what'll it be? rooms she looks down at the halfling, snorts rooms are 3 silver for the night. Bar takes payment up front. Dinner begins in an hour and goes til the second to last song of the night. Payment up front she afixes Hellig with a steady gaze And no, knights, cavaliers, fighters on holy quests, and other militaristic holy paladins do not get free room and board.
Hey hey hey! get back to work! get i say, get the crack of a whip in the air punctuates the command and an elf steps into sight. The elf was not just bald, but TOTALY bald! devoid of any hair, his pale skin and red eyes act as a beacon to your gaze.
the elf looks at the both of you as the workers go back to their chores A horse and a what? a- the elf clamps his lips shut as he stares at Sparklefoot. A rothe??? how in the blessed abyss did you manage to shag one of those creatures?!?!
After that she will slip out and look around foe the others
"We were able to procure him already trained. Which certainly made it easier. Unforetunatley, the seller did not have the proper tact to attach the beast to our wagon. And we also have a horse who needs the saddle and bridle as well. So if you perhaps have some for sell that would work, we would be interested in purchasing it." Ceirn says without staring at the strange elf and instead making occasional eye contact before looking around the stable.
"Two rooms should be plenty. Do you have a healer around? My little friend here has...been through some things today." he says, setting the halfling down as gently as possibly to get to his coins.
helna shrugs. did you sleep with his daughter, Aaggh? This elf is mad.
the room itself is very clean and tidy. The smell of lemon and clove touch your nose as you inhale the scent, and you look upon fresh linens upon the bed. A small stool and table stand against the wall opposite the door next to the bed. an equally small fireplace built into the wall looks to be freshly brushed.
A healer. i can go get So'ni'chi. She will help. But, she costs money. You sure you can afford her?
Yeah boss?
talk to them. they have a rothe here and looking for a harness... right? the elf asks the both of you
Aggh sighs, knowing he is not going to get anywhere with the blacksmith. Never mind then. He heads back to find the others and to see if someone can talk to the blacksmith.
THe halfling in your arms curls into a small ball on the bed, whimpering softly in her sleep.
Ilshaneir nods at Naomi Sure. Understandable. Let's see what we are working with he walks around Sparklefoot, his lips twitching, as if he is talking to himself. big fella, isnt he? He gives a critical eye to the situation, the jerry-rigged situation...
three gold, and i can have a proper harness for this beast by breakfast tomorrow. wont look pretty, very utilitarian, but it'll be strong and secure... he looks at Naomi.
Aggh spits on the floor and stomps off.
Name's Ilshanier. Ilshanier Sha'neir'ostilich. Of Archendale. Pleasure, miss he nods once more to Naomi, but immediately dismisses her to work on Sparklefoot's harness.
You find yourself in the common room, a table in the corner. Hellig has told you about the rooms he's secured, the last two available. they are split, on opposite sides of the inn. Your "rescue", the halfling, rests comfortably upstairs, sleeping.
" Okay, so How do we want to spilt the rooms?"
Priscilla will relay the various stabled carts and a carriage. Excitedly talking about it.
Should anyonebcome to take her order she orders water, bread and cheese. Just those.
" Also if you want I can rig some simple anti theft and intrusion measures" she says strangely excited but also nervous.
I'll sleep anywhere.