The storm raged, the roads were almost impassible, the farmers invited Kormwind and his party to stay for the night. The house was small, but warm and pleasant. Everything was very plain, but very well loved. Horses safe in the barn, everyone spending time with the poor farmers, but this relaxing place, cramped as it was, was more peaceful that then strains of "upper crust" society at the Inns of the elite. -- Anon Guest
[AN: This could be an expansion-pack chapter in A Devil's Tale if I wanted it to be]
It was early for the Autumn downpour. Two days away from Loudfalls proper and miles from anything that called itself civilisation. Allegedly or not. Their options were cold camping or finding somewhere they could at least build a fire and string up their wet clothes.
Then came a voice in the night. "Hoy! Travellers, hoy! Come in out th' wet!"
Gods know how they spotted this group. Kosh had been using his darksight to navigate the road east. Maybe they were in the habit of watching the roads in the evening. Their lantern was a spot of gold in the greys of night, and it coloured in an otherwise normal human being on the step of an otherwise normal farmhouse.
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