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01/19/10(Tue)00:05 No.7659542rolled 2, 2, 5 = 9
>>7659351 >>7659396 "I hope you realize how much I eat."
The elders chuckle softly as they lead your massive form into the town center.
"Don't worry. We have enough, at least for now. And we plan to have more shortly." The second one jabs you in the leg with his elbow, grinning.
"It isn't considered poaching, is it?" you ask.
"Not here," the first replies, shrugging, "The Lord's realm is extensive, and his visits here infrequent. He has not hunted these lands for many years, and he cares not for that which we take from it. Since you are our ally, you are granted the same courtesy, at least as far as the letter of the law."
The four of you stop in front of the hall. The front doors are quite large, hewn from oak and adorned with runes, but you would utterly destroy them if you attempted to enter, even crawling on hands and knees. You notice that a large amount of hay has spread about this area, and covered with empty sacks.
"I'm afraid this is the current limit of our hospitality," the third elder explains, "For we have no chair or table in your size, nor had we the time to fashion one, even in three days. Such is our sad state."
"It's perfectly fine," you tell them, "I sleep on rocks, you know."
This doesn't seem to reassure them much. They enter the hall, telling you they'll be a moment. You peer inside, seeing a long, gnarled wooden table with many stools on either side, no two alike. The beams that support the roof are rotting. Truly, the places these people call home cannot be much better than your cave. |