Fuzzy: Ferry to Reedham
The Flying Fish is probably bigger than a fishing village, like Reedham, would normally be able to support, although even then it is more reminiscent of the Road Houses that you would expect to along inland trade routes, so perhaps it is the ferry port that brings in the extra business, who can say.
Inside there is a single common room, with table service provides from a hatch in the wall, which you assume leads to a kitchen and store room. A small lad, of obvious orcish extraction and probably about eight years old, is desperately clearing tables - while an older half-orc with an apron around his waist, waits for you. Guiding you to the biggest of the tables, with the best padded seats, and shouting at the boy to fetch a jug of water for the 'nice people'.
It doesn't take long, nor any complicated questions, for him to tell you that his daughter, Helga, works for Lord Henry and sails a boat. She owns The Flying Fish, and when she is home she works the bar or goes out fishing like any good owner should. He, Dura, came from Pitax to run the inn for her. The boy, Hix, is his grandson, and is learning the trade.
The rooms were ready for guests anyway, although they aren't really meant for Lords and nobles who aren't travelling incognito. Each small room holds a pair of bunk beds and c could sleep 4 people, although he offers all three of the rooms to you. There isn't much else in the rooms, just a simple table, with a bowl and ewer for washing water, and a series of pegs for clothes, on the walls. However, there is plenty of room under the bunks for small travelling trunks, backpacks or the new valise type bags that are becoming popular.
Dinner is freshly caught fish, that has obviously been grilled over an open fire, accompanied by a bed of mixed mashed up root vegetables - or various types. It is competently cooked, but it isn't a patch on the food that you would expect in even a simple city inn. There is a local ale to drink, as well as a few bottles of poacher's Pale from the Roth's brewery in Tusk, as well as a basic rose table wine (which you think is based on plums and other fruits, rather than grapes). However, there are no fancier wines nor any spirits available for sale. He apologizes profusely, but says that Helga says that she won't have stuff that she can't sell from behind the bar.
You are left to your own devices in the tavern, as none of the locals come into the common room during the evening - just Dura and Hix as they serve you.
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