Out Of Session: Bruised

Eriamas slipped his legging down and picked up the pot of healing ointment from the table. The fall had caused a huge bruise on his back spreading to his legs. He winced as he prepared to apply the veldarian moss....

"Eriamas, do you know where my ...."

Leaping towards the door he tripped and fell over himself. Just for a second he wondered if he was really cut out for adventure with the clumsiness he'd exhibited over the last 48 hours.

Eliandor, his younger sister and closest in age, stepped through the door dressed in a beautiful white traditional Bentocovite dining dress.

"Eri, What are you doing sprawled out on the floor?"

"Being clumsy. Now give me a hand up I need to apply this before dinner"

Eriamas knew Eli had a gift so he'd decided a long time ago not to bother concealing his activities from her. She enjoyed the tales he returned with and he was happy in the knowledge that a little truth prevented over delving into his business.

"Eri! How did you do that?"

"That's what you get when you fall from a roof top, little one."

Eliandor laughed

Eriamas winced again as he pulled his dining suit trousers on.

"You'll have to tell me all about it after dinner. I hear father is keen to impress his new friends, so you can expect him to dig up many of his old stories."

This dinner is going to be painful in more than just the usual manner he thought as he hobbled out of the bedroom.

Session VII: Meeting At The Mudcart

The Mudcart was an extraordinary place even for Mud Row. Nowhere else in Elenkess could you see the diversity that congregated there.

The three companions were immediately struck by the imposing figure of the barman. A po-faced ogre standing almost nine feet tall. Within the dark smokey interior of the inn other exotic and alien beings sat in small groups, drinking and speaking in unfamiliar tongues.

Markus spied Kaladane from the Morencade and headed in his direction. Sitting next to the human was a sight one would see perhaps once or twice in an entire lifetime. A member of the Lizardfolk. It was almost unheard of for these strange and secretive creatures to venture too far from their homelands in the south.

This is odd. what in the name of the gods is this all about. All I'm interested in is getting permission to build the Inn.

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"So... You're happy for the build to go ahead, as long as the Shalmas have no reservations?" Lugus enquired.

"That is correct, you will need them to agree before you have the full backing of the Count". Kaladane repiled.

"Can the Shalmas be trusted?" Markus ventured.

"You can trust the Shalmas to be demanding, sly and troublesome. Take that how you wish. Kaladane finished.