"This is a bad time to travel." |
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A farmer was ahead of them. Debating for a moment whether it would be more prudent to hide before they were seen or to behave normally, Locklear decided that the man was probably of no immediate threat to them. ROWE: I hope for your good health that you have found shelter against the coming tempest, good sirs. LOCKLEAR: Tempest? ROWE: Surely you have heard. The learned monks of Sarth have predicted a terrible storm is coming this way and I would hate to think of anyone caught out in it. Why a man could catch his death of the fevers. If you would like, you may ride it out in my barn. LOCKLEAR: And what profit would you turn in this enterprise? ROWE: Five golden sovereigns, a reasonable sum, and the guard over my cows. You can sleep in the hay loft of my barn but my wife and I don't take in elves. LOCKLEAR: Seven gold pieces, the elf stays with us and we each get a hard roll for breakfast. ROWE: Ten gold and the lot of you milk cows the next morning. That's the offer. Take it or leave it.
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A farmer was ahead of them. Debating for a moment whether it would be more prudent to hide before they were seen or to behave normally, Locklear decided that the man was probably of no immediate threat to them. ROWE: Why hello again. Have you reconsidered my offer for lodging? LOCKLEAR: Reconsidered yes, but I haven't come to a decision. The price is a bit steep. ROWE: Eight gold, then and you won't have to watch over my cows. How does that sound to you? I cannot in good conscience come much lower than that.
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LOCKLEAR:
Deal. Where is this barn of yours? ROWE: Keep heading south - you should pass the Abbaye of Ishap at Sarth. You'll know you're right close to it when you've passed up the Temple of Sung. From there it's just around Yellow Mule mountain. When you find the barn, just go knock on the door and my wife will fix you up. LOCKLEAR: Thank you, farmer. Your hospitality will be remembered.
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LOCKLEAR:
You'll have to forgive me, but I'm afraid I've misspoken myself. I don't have the money to pay
you. ROWE: Do you think you're likely to have any soon? LOCKLEAR: I can't be certain. We should be going anyway. Good day to you.
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LOCKLEAR:
I think we'll try our chances on foot. Good day to you, farmer.
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