Re: Leaving Elredd
The guard is already dealing with the next traveller and so you turn inward to enter the city and seek a bed for the night.
You see a bustling, busy city, shops and homes line the streets, tended by merchants and housewives. Children play and tend to their chores, and animals are led by farmers and butchers. The sounds and smells of dinner being prepared fill the air, enhancing your hunger and weariness.
The first inn you come to lies barely a stone throw from the gate. Even without entering you can see there will be no rest found there - it seems a popular rest stop for farmers and merchants planning for an early start the next day.
The second inn, The Green Watchtower, appears on first inspection to be suitable for your needs. Entering however you're met with a less than welcoming impression...
"No, we're full up tonight. Booked solid for a week to come," is the reply to your query of temporary lodgings.
Enquiries at the third inn, apparently called the Hobbled Goat according to the badly faded sign outside, results in no joy either.
"Sorry, I'm expecting the Kettish trade delegation shortly..."
And then, just as the lanterns are being lit, the road on which you travel branches into a four way crosroads, forming an elongated X. Various shops and stores line these streets, but your attention is drawn to a large well kept inn on one of the triangular parcels formed by the crossroads. A freshly painted sign in the shape of a plump fish bears the name of this odd establishment - The Whistling Fish, Potentiate of Potations.
The inn is built of the half timber construction common to Greyhawk. It's size however makes it unique. From the positions of the windows, the building appears to have two floors, but the structure looks far too tall to be an average two story inn. It's roof, made of wooden shingles towers above the other buildings in the neighbourhood. Even the front door seems unusually tall....
A shaggy lawn surrounds the inn, the grass peculiar to Greyhawk - the blades are a deep green along the edges but dark red down the centre. Natives of the area can tell you that although the colour is unusual, this grass has one distinct advantage - it has a bitter taste that only the hardiest of goats can tolerate. This prevents it from being chewed away to nothing by other animals.
Gravel paths lead to the front door and the adjoining stable. A long hitching rail runs along the front of the building. Although seven horses are tethered here, there is room for at least another dozen animals.
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