Sir Noami welcomes the Prince’s voice and grants them his manor as their home base. There is much to do, and the move takes most of 4 1/2 months. We pick up again with domestic peace restored and a messenger arriving in the cold month of Ilven.
People are starting to count the bad-omens that are piling up. The fires in the spring, the lack of rain through the seasons, and now this. Is it just a run of bad luck, or is Tamarie right in her (pretty regular) assumption that something is behind it all. The waterspout is being added to the list by the townsfolk, but we know the truth of it…
Tomorrow is religious business, followed by a two-day feast (including a mini-joust and a royal hunt), 3 days of private sessions, and lastly 3 days of “cordial fair-wells”. Whatever will the party do with all this free time in the city of Aleath? “Ask me! oh! Oh ! OH! Ask Me! Me!….” – The Motley Fool “Shut. Up.” – Master Clements “Indeed.” says the King’s Fool. “They should ask me.” (Shocked look from the Motley Fool and Master Clements. The King’s Fool just smirks.)
Rushing back into the city, the party has more questions than answers. Can they solve the mysteries before them? Are they even on the right track? Is the GM out to truely confuse and annoy her players?