Entry 103 – Sweaty feet and farts.

We arrived at Targos and made our way to the Luskan arms, where Gwindor continually talked about Eastmarch. Other people were talking about Easthaven. Gwindor was adamant the place was called Eastmarch—despite the fact we had previously been there and helped find missing fishermen.

We found out the place was in lockdown due to food riots, Duergar and a lot of people leaving. Apparently, our helping the town effectively destroyed it. The hag was secretly feeding half the town for profit (souls?). She doesn’t do that now, hence the troubles.

The shiny one probably won't get his beloved shiny (magical?) flail now – he’ll just have to use the non-narcissistic one I gave him.

Our evening meal centred around two warring Goliath tribes. I am not really interested in eight-foot-tall people, especially if they are fighting each other. Our food was a tad scant of meat, and the war was the reason (apparently). The group decided to take up the challenge of going to see these tribes and convincing them that allowing the meat trade to continue was a good idea. I disagreed, but we set off anyway.

We arrived at Bryn Shander. Lots of refugees are coming from Easthaven (or Eastmarch if you are Gwindor) and filling the town rapidly.

We looked for a place to stay, but all the inns, guesthouses, doss houses and brothels were full. So we headed over to the temple. I am sure the Morning Lord was happy to have so many new converts—even that was full.

Toward the back, we found a couple of delightfully uncomfortable pews to sleep on. The number of people in the building actually raised the temperature, so we weren’t suffering from the effects of the rime in there, but it was not a nice experience. I mean, what have those travellers from Easthaven been eating? All night, we had to suffer the stench of sweaty feet and farts, these people must have been eating nothing but beans—rotten ones.

Or was that Gwindor? He has been known to cast Stinking Cloud in his sleep.

The morning came, and I couldn’t get out of there quick enough, despite the rime.