We were ten days on the King’s road from Tynecatch southwards along the coast, at an Inn run by an old woman clearly tainted by a touch of elvish blood. She knew her place, and the Inn was comfortable, so we saw no reason to harass her. Riddlewind, however, became drunk and was later caught trying to steal from the rooms of other guests. The old woman was awakened, and eventually said something about sending her grandson into Urgat Township for the Guards stationed there.
We slew them all, of course: old woman, grandson, guests, and Riddlewind for being obnoxious.
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