The rains, which seemed never ending, finally subside and the sun finally reappears. After a night’s rest at The Brass Wain, the roadside inn where you all had to earn you way in by ridding it of dead beats posing as nobility, you’re finally ready to get back on the road. You’ve still got a couple days to get to Daggerford, where you expect to get paid some coin and get a day or so furlough before finishing the long ride to Waterdeep. The dryer weather will help, but The Trade Way is still quite a muddy mess. The sun coming out almost makes the damp air bearable since now it’s warm and wet instead of cold and wet. Finally getting a sold nigh of rest has helped as well; even Achreny is more bearable (you can almost swear he may have actually bathed?)
The Inn Keeper, a steadfast human male, named Arthur feels quite foolish for not demanding the men’s promised gold up front. He should’ve known better than to believe they would have had 1,000 gp let alone that they would be willing to pay such a sum to rent his entire inn. It’s a nice inn, but it’s still just a rest stop along The Trade Way, not a glamorous place like one would find in Waterdeep or Neverwinter.
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