The Biscuits	Dollin - Druid 6th Level (PC) Gimar - Fighter 8th Level (PC) Jaron - Paladin 6th Level (PC) Little John - Fighter 6th Level (NPC) Nicola - Cleric 6th Level (PC) Rheaphlyndar - Thief 8th Level (PC) Wed - Mage 6th Level (NPC) Yodavan - Mage/Cleric 1st/3rd (PC)
Locale	Goldplain
Date	3rd day of Reaping, 585 CY (Common Year)
Time	well after dark

The Biscuits reached the town of Goldplain well after dark, and managed to find a small inn, the Happy Otter. All the windows were dark, but Gimar hopped down from his horse and strode over to the front door.

Nicola	All that pounding would wake the dead!
Gimar	The innkeeper would suffice.

Indeed, a light went on in an upper window. The dwarven warrior just kept pounding, and eventually the lantern-light began to bob down a staircase.

Finally, a halfling innkeeper opened the door, his grumbling swallowed when he looked up to see a fierce dwarven warrior waiting to be let in.

Gimar	Damned halfings, going to bed with the chickens.
Rheaphlyndar	(shouldering past the dwarf) Come on, this way to the taps.
Little John	Right behind you!
Dollin	How did that bard's song go again?
Wed	Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do.
Nicola	So-do!
Yodavan	Mojo!

Next marched in a paladin in golden armor, followed by the door-pounding dwarf. The innkeeper stood gawking, waiting for more to appear, but regained his composure when a party of voices demanded "Innkeeper, your best ale, please."

Later on, he would often relay his tale to a rapt audience.

Innkeeper

Wull, at first I thought it were a dwur invasion! My first thought was to slip out and ring the alarm bell in the village commons, but before I knew it they were demanding ale. Four kegs we tapped, and they nearly drank them all. Cleaned my kitchen plumb out of left-overs, too. They kept going on about some hill giants they had battled, and some marvelous treasures they found. The other two, human warriors they were, had a non-stop arm wrestling contest. No sooner would one of them win when they'd drink a glass, switch sides of the table, and go at it again. If you'd a asked me, though, that half-elf judge of theirs warn't so fair. Then there were them two priests, and you know whot happens when you get two of them together. They just started jawing back and forth about churchy stuff, gods and what-not. I think they angered the spirits, too, because I never did see so many glasses just fall off that bar there, even though it's as steady as a rock today. The robed one was quiet enough, after his fourth cup. I never trusted that green gnome, though, always twisting his words around. Seems like every time a glass broke, there he was, grinning away. As he would say it, "gave me the creeps, he did." The place was a mess when they finally got off to bed, but no sooner did I fall asleep when somebody was back at my door. It was that dwarf-pounder, and there he was, banging again, muttering something about innkeepers who don't get up with the chickens. I fed 'em breakfast and off they went, at the crack of dawn. Headed east, towards Leukish. Of course, they paid me with good silver, they did, but still, I'd bet my gold buckle they were off on some damn fool crusade. If I could find it, that is.

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