We should probably try to move this intro stuff along. The meat of the scenario is still a long way off.
Since the proprietor seems to want to close up for the night, I think it’s time to shuffle off to sleep…
::Rolls over and back to sleep::
Oh, so I’m establishing a triangle trade route of sorts. Gotcha.
So oredigger, ignore the part about me being from there, but the rest of it applies. I’ll be traveling there as part 2 of my journey.
So if you want to redo your statement, go ahead.
I-I am not knowink… Are there people of wealth in Falketh? Perhaps I will go there, hmmm?
Where are you from, Sella? You look very familiar to Ingmar… But not you, but… how you say? Your looks?
Sort of. I wish I could upload a map. It’s actually rather complicated.
Tonot, where you are now, is the northernmost major settlement in Kaldor. It’s about 4 leagues further north to Falketh, and there are a half dozen small villages in between. There are some side roads that go to other villages. The south road leads to Yeged, another major settlement, with a few more villages in between. Further south is Gardiren, a castle town. It is surrounded by dozens of villages.
Every village has a manor which houses a knight and his family and some servants. The major settlements have keeps, and house barons or other major lords. Gardiren has an earl. Some manors are actually abbeys and house clerical orders of various types.
Each village is a small collection of daub and wattle huts, usually owned by serfs, the occasional freehold farmer, and in some cases guildsmen such as millers, charcoalers, or innkeepers. Villages that lack these trades either make their own goods (in the case of breads, for instance) or trade with other villages. Mercantylers, chandlers, and teamsters can make a good living by carrying on this trade.
A good route in this area might be to hit every village north of Tonot, or a select number of them all the way to Yeged or even Gardiren.
In the course of conversation it will probably come out that Brunis, Cella, and Symon were all born in Gardiren. Brunis and Cella’s fathers, as it turns out, work together quite often. Daddy Brunis is a teamster and Daddy Cella is a timberwright.
Ehhh, we’ll talk about it in the morning. Mean while can you guys please be quiet I don’t want to have bags under my eyes tomorrow.
Alright all right!
Ingmar can take the hintink! Goodnight Sella, ve shall talk in the mornink, no?
Ya sleeps. Now iss da mornink.
Today’s weather is a little more Harnic. Cooler, very cloudy, and drizzling rain. Good day for a long walk, providing the roads aren’t too muddy.
For sixpence, the innkeeper would be happy to cook you up some eggs and smoked cured pork and cakes and beer.
I will take advantage of this offer. I’m up early and ready to go.
Works for me.
I’ll take a breakfast as well.
“Good morning all, thanks for being so courteous last night. I believe several of you mentioned traveling to Falketh today and I know that the mercantiler mentioned leaving around mid-day is any one planning on an earlier departure? I am quite anxious to meet my new master.”
Good morning, all. I’m sure none of you will mind if I pick a few bites from your plates?
The eggs are tasty, the pork is good and fatty, and the cakes are filling. The ale is not quite so welcome as it was last night, but quenches your thirst.
The rain is little more than light drizzle/mist, making this an excellent day for travel.
Ingmar is a frugal man. He declines… but makes sad faces at the others if they don’t offer him food.
If they do, he thanks them heartily! BORKBORKBORK!
Well, I’d rather leave earlier than later. You never know what you’re going to find once you start out.
(I’m used to Ingmar’s sad faces and ignore them out of habit.)
For those unwilling to spend a pence on breakfast, you can get a little bowl of pottage for a farthing. It may not be tasty, but on the other hand it’s fairly disgusting.
A man’s gotta eat. I’ll take breakfast.
While we’re eating I’ll speak to the room generally, but in response to Symon, that I’m perfectly happy leaving with as much in the way of companionship as possible, and that I’d be delighted to leave earlier if it would make for a merrier traveling band.
Breakfast was yummy. The serving wenches are cleaning up.
So, here we all are.