From the diaries of Cherrick Redspire (Era 201 – SunShock)…
The ‘bridled hippogriff’ was the last inn on the edge of the village before the long road up to the moors. I supped from my mug of ale, contemplating the long walk to the next village, retiscent to continue. The place is quite busy by all counts, probably the weather putting people off from heading home. I look up as the rain lashes against the window. Water drizzles onto the frame through the hole where one pane of glass should have been. I scowl at the downpour; nothing worse than a long muddy walk in a deluge.That was my mistake… (more…)
