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Archive of previous thread:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5589826/Recap:
So, you arrived in the country, were told ahead of time that people don't take kindly to strange things walking around, or more accurately, that they'd love to sell you, and when you were resting along the road, Snikt spotted some people that were intent on trafficking your kobolts and potentially slitting your throat. You interrogated the man, and then let liberated his head from his shoulders. You then arrived in the village, and Snikt learned how to breathe fire by having a drink and accidentally belching it in your face. After freaking out, you encouraged her, and looked over the rest of the group as they elected to enjoy themselves. It's a long road ahead, after all.
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After the lovely evening where coin was spent and drinks were imbibed, you decide to head to bed, essentially carrying quite a decent portion of the klan upstairs... mostly because, once you did it for the ones that were drunk and tired, the other ones started pretending to be drunk or tired for the honor.
Chad ended up helping out, of course, as it’s his duty, though you did end up carrying him upstairs as well. Because he deserved it. You even carried him on your shoulders, after a spur of the moment, though that ended when you ended up slamming him against a door frame.
He was alright, but you felt terrible about it. You tucked him in next to Anna, who was steadily trying to eat her pillow.
You went to bed, and dreamt of… food, actually. Honest to god proper, high-class food. Meat, mostly. You try not to let your noble upbringing, and the privileges it brought, muddy your view of the world too much, but there was certainly something to be said for head chef Iona’s way of making lamb. You do think it was because she did a little extra for you. It wasn’t entirely for free, you made sure to keep a lookout, so the rest of your line didn’t know the servants enjoyed sneaking off some of the more high-class food.
Offering to do that is pretty much one of your earliest memories.
… Miss Iona, mercifully, managed to avoid the collapse of your line, leaving with her family when the first signs of cult behavior started showing. Many others found the engorged pay and more lavish living conditions to be worth looking the other way.
You wonder what became of miss Iona, honestly. Most likely, she found another house to serve. Her talents are wasted any place other than a king’s kitchen, honestly.
You wake up to the sound of shouting. It’s far too early, as far as you care, but you recognize the type of shouting. You can’t understand it, sure, but there’s something universal about pompous military men demanding things.
And you were hoping to have a nice morning...
