>>6101065After a few minutes being extracted from a surprise sinkhole, you and Volka hit the road again… and by you and Volka you mean Volka carries you!
“Should reach the main road soon!” She reports with renewed confidence in her chipper voice! “Start thinking of what you wanna do in Crossroads first, Rook!”
Before you can answer, you feel a cool, wet glob hit your cheek. Then another. And another.
“Oh <span class="mu-i">NO</span>...” Groans your guide as she tries to shield you with her body, “Talk about poor timing…”
You get your answer long before you can ask: a rumble of thunder rides across the unseen sky as the sprinkle becomes a shower! Pelted with drops as big as softballs, all you can do is curl up as Volka lumbers along the road as fast as she can!
What now, you sputter as a drop splatters against your face!
“We keep going!” Replies the guide, her voice fighting a losing battle against the rain and thunder! “Not to Crossroads, though–too risky to travel through this!”
Then where, you reply as your robe starts to weigh you down, a cave or something!?
“Better! There’s an <span class="mu-b">INN</span> just down the way!”
Stomping her boot on the road, the girl laughs a bit! “Road’s got writing on it! ‘<span class="mu-b">The Far Throw Inn</span>’ dead ahead!”
Sounds great, you nod, sending water trickling down your face, you can use a drink after everything that’s happened!
“Just <span class="mu-i">ONE?</span>” Scoffs the Skog, “You <span class="mu-i">wish</span>!”
Scampering through the storm like a pair of rats through a leaky pipe, it isn’t long before you hear the faint sound of revelry in the distance–laughter, cheers, the trills, thrums, and toots of unfamiliar instruments!
“Well pop in until the storm lifts, yea?” Asks your walking umbrella as she shakes a layer of rain off her body.
Right, you nod with a professional tone, just until the storm lifts.
>CONTD. 