Nyrdis walked out of the woods, the side of a hart of his wide shoulder, freshly killed and butchered.  The other half got him 15 pieces of silver, not a bad day’s work.  Hopefully this one will get more from The Inn.  It is a curious place, this inn.  He thinks he might stay there for a while since the weather is getting colder.  Truffles and Bucket scampered around his long legs, tackling each other as they moved, oblivious to his thoughts.  They just wanted some fish and berries, and perhaps a different environment to play in.

Knocking on the kitchen door, Nyrdis hopes for a favorable response….