Warant, Isle of Chalm, early spring
The first ship of the year from the mainland lays into port in the city of Warant on the western shore of Chalm. Shortly after, the crew and dockworkers begin to unload crates of cargo - produce and a herd of sheep from the mainland, mostly - and the passengers disembark.
A surly dwarf points a thumb toward some ramshackle buildings near the waterfront.
"Drunken Goblin's where you folks'll be wanting to go. Only inn in the city that ain't full up this time of year. Ye might mention Ol' Bronzebelly pointed ye that way. Miss Ferra - she's the owner - might give ye a break if'n ye tell her I'm pointing business her way."
The dwarf, presumable Ol' Bronzebelly, gives much the same speech to all of the three dozen or so passengers getting off the ship. Similarly, an assortment of native islanders begin whispering rumors while mingling with the new arrivals, even before anyone's reached the Drunken Goblin Inn.
The first ship of the year from the mainland lays into port in the city of Warant on the western shore of Chalm. Shortly after, the crew and dockworkers begin to unload crates of cargo - produce and a herd of sheep from the mainland, mostly - and the passengers disembark.
A surly dwarf points a thumb toward some ramshackle buildings near the waterfront.
"Drunken Goblin's where you folks'll be wanting to go. Only inn in the city that ain't full up this time of year. Ye might mention Ol' Bronzebelly pointed ye that way. Miss Ferra - she's the owner - might give ye a break if'n ye tell her I'm pointing business her way."
The dwarf, presumable Ol' Bronzebelly, gives much the same speech to all of the three dozen or so passengers getting off the ship. Similarly, an assortment of native islanders begin whispering rumors while mingling with the new arrivals, even before anyone's reached the Drunken Goblin Inn.
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[IC, Labyrinth Lord] The Misty Isles
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