"P'shaw, that's for the taters and the City's finest brew..."
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"Coming right up sir." he says as he serves a small platter of taters and a nice mug of the House Ale, a delicious smelling Ale. "That'll be three silver."
You make it back to the Inn, you have a few hours to make ready for the night's foray, you smell the scent of potatoes and herbs cooking as you enter, smells much better than the poor fare you had at the fort. "Welcome back." the innkeeper states as you enter, "Care for some Home taters? I had to cook up the rest afore they went south." |