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floor that it looks like nobody’s thrown any coin
into it. The tables are fairly busy, except for
maybe two that appear to be available between the
two of you guys, if you’d like to find a seat.
LIAM: Okay. Sure. Is that easy to do, find a
seat?
MATT: Yeah, you walk over to it, you sit down.
(laughter)
LIAM: Is this how D&D works?
SAM: What do we roll for?
(laughter)
MATT: You sit down, and due to the chaos that
ensues around you, it takes a little while for
Adelaine, the red-headed barmaid, to come by, and
she scoots by the table. “I’m terribly sorry. What
“can I get you?”
SAM: You know, meat if you have it, but if you
don’t, that’s okay, too. Potatoes, or bacon if
it’s on the menu, but really anything–
MATT: “I can get you all three, it’s fine. What
you want?”
LIAM: A Trost for each of us, please.
MATT: “For breakfast? I like you. All right, two
Trosts and a bunch of meats. Be right back.” And
she rushes off, she pulls her hair back and ties it as
she goes into the kitchen, getting ready for the
midst of chaos. While you guys have a moment there
at the table, you can hear conversation muttering
around you, and you have a brief bit of privacy to
discuss.
LIAM: Yes, I need books, that’s true, but did you
find drink yesterday?
SAM: I have a little left in my flask.
LIAM: How much?
SAM: Just a couple swigs.
LIAM: So that’s also on the to-do list, then.
SAM: I mean, if you don’t want me to get too
jittery, yeah.
LIAM: All right. Okay. So we’ll do that first.
SAM: All right.
TRAVIS: I love her.
(laughter)
MATT: A short time passes before the two platters
are rushed over and scattered across the front of
your table with a clattering. Pile of meats there
set for you, a little bit placed on the side,
because you might need, especially with the look
on your face– Adelaine gives you a glance and
goes, “Put something in your belly.” Comes back
and slides two Trosts to you.
SAM: I remove my little mask, and then just go
(eating noises).
(laughter)
LIAM: I take the last piece.
MATT: As you guys are partway through your meal–
let’s see, this would be Caleb. You notice out of
the corner of your eye a gentleman enter the door
looking kind of meek. Middle-age, looks
work-hardened. He has a heavy chin-beard that is
unkempt and a bit wild, but his eyes are warm.