May 9, 2016 2:50 pm
After a few more hours of travelling and discussing the mists of Barovia and how to neutralize them, you finally reach a lone building in a clearing. The merchant turns to you again.
"Well, looks like this is your stop, the Weary Horse Inn. I bid you farewell as we'll be on our way. It was a pleasure to have you folks around to talk a bit while travelling, even if it was about cursed Barovia... I wish you the best of luck on your endeavours, whatever they may be."
The merchants then continue on their way as you carry your mounts to the inn's stables. Entering the mostly empty inn, the few patrons there turn to eye you suspiciously for a moment before silently returning to their drinks. An older smiling, pot-bellied man wearing an innkeeper's apron approaches you.
"Welcome to the Weary Horse Inn! What can I do for you?"
"Well, looks like this is your stop, the Weary Horse Inn. I bid you farewell as we'll be on our way. It was a pleasure to have you folks around to talk a bit while travelling, even if it was about cursed Barovia... I wish you the best of luck on your endeavours, whatever they may be."
The merchants then continue on their way as you carry your mounts to the inn's stables. Entering the mostly empty inn, the few patrons there turn to eye you suspiciously for a moment before silently returning to their drinks. An older smiling, pot-bellied man wearing an innkeeper's apron approaches you.
"Welcome to the Weary Horse Inn! What can I do for you?"