Re: Chapter #7: Catacomb Kids
Pisca could not recall ever having her own set of stairs with which to mount the ungainly human-sized (And yes, it was ever so very likely the fault of the humans, as it only stood to reason) furniture. Of course she'd used them the evening before at the dinner hosted by Aldern Foxglove, but she had not until now been struck by the sheer civility of the gesture. This, to the gnome, elevated the Rusty Dragon to the pinnacle of a civilized hostelry. It could only be surpassed by providing more amenity. A parlor or a lounge designed just for Right-Sized folk. That would be the very best. It would be a master stroke.
She'd have to write to Aunt Hattie about it. Maybe they could start a new trend in Kaer Maga.
The content and very much impressed gnome had just settled in and was sucking at the tips of her fingers to savor the purple stains from some very tart and tasty blueberries, when the Mysterious Stranger made his entrance. At first, Pisca could do little but simply stare, the tip of her middle finger still stuck in her mouth. It was less the very stylish dress of the man (curiously clean for someone who'd been searching about in an area of fair size for one Kellan Storval) than it was the sheer possibilities of the man's inadvertently open ended question.
"Yes, we're friends of Kellan Storval," replied the gnome. "And no, we don't know where he is. But yes, we do have a fairly good idea of where he might be. Actually, we thought he was right behind us. Or, rather, just ahead of us, as Cato and I took a detour as the three of us were on our way to the Rusty Dragon. So we're pretty sure that he's not here, as we've not seen him. Which would fall under the category of where he might *not be."
"I think he mentioned finding Alergast Barett, and if he did, then he and Alergast Barett might be at the Guard Post. Or they might be at Alergast Barett's house."
"When Stomper ... That is, when Kellan left us he was in the company of Sir Jasper Korvaski. So he, that is, Kellan, might be at City Hall at the Mercantile League meeting."
"He might also be at the General Store. Stomper is pursuing Shayliss Vinder -or is it the other way around- and so he might be there calling on her."
"He might also be somewhere out there." She waved her hand in the general direction of the inland farms. "His parents have a place out there. Somewhere. Though, chances are he hasn't gone that way. Or, even made it there by now if he has."
"Where else might he be by now, Cato? There are probably a lot of places. But, I think that one thing is fairly certain. I'm pretty sure," said Pisca the Perhaps-Excessively-Helpful Gnome, "that Stomper will be at the funeral later. At the very least, we're supposed to see him there. Why don't you sit down and have a blueberry with us. Corn on the cob? Then, afterwards, we can all go down to the funeral, and you can see Kellan then?"
"I'm Pisca Neep Freemish, by the way. And this is the Incomparable Fighting Mage Cato Crispin. Might we get your name?"
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