A cook for the king
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A cook for the king
A halfling has recently arrived in Troll's Bane. He introduced himself as Ian Ironkettle and told everybody that he was a cook and wanted to work at the Fluffy sheep tavern. After a friendly and most of all patient guard had told him, that the tavern belonged to king Tialdin, he boldly marched off to Silverbrand, off to see the king...
Dusty from the long travel, the halfling and the elf reach the city of Silverbrand. As they descend underground, Ian marvels at all the carvings, pillars and arches. In front of the huge entrance gates he hesitates a moment in awe. Then he gathers his good spirits, shows his brightest halfling smile and knocks at the gates three times.
"Hail good dwares! Be so kind and open the gates for a traveler. I have come to this place to see his Majesty King Tialdin in a matter of business."
"Hail good dwares! Be so kind and open the gates for a traveler. I have come to this place to see his Majesty King Tialdin in a matter of business."
Some days later, the halfling Ian can be seen examining the note on the door to the tavern with a worried expression. It has been hanging there quite a while and is already tattered around the corners, but so far none of the old tavern crew have made themselves known.
He mutters "They can't be all gone, can they?" and goes back inside.
He mutters "They can't be all gone, can they?" and goes back inside.
All of Trolls Bane is overgrown with rampant plants. The guard has called an evacuation. The tavern is vacant and looks more like a greenhouse than the comfortable place it used to be.
Still one stubborn halfling remains there. He can be seen at pulling bushes out of the floor, raking away fallen leaves and other futile attempts to keep the place in order.
Right now he's standing in the middle of the room, axe in hand. If glances could kill, the two large palms in front of him would immediately be reduced to splinters.
"Damn! Can't cut those. When they fall they'd ruin all the tables. Burning them is out too."
Ian scratches his head.
"Well, there's other ways in nature. Maybe some bugs can get rid of these annoying plants faster than an axe would."
He puts down the tool, puts on his hat and leaves for the woods.
Still one stubborn halfling remains there. He can be seen at pulling bushes out of the floor, raking away fallen leaves and other futile attempts to keep the place in order.
Right now he's standing in the middle of the room, axe in hand. If glances could kill, the two large palms in front of him would immediately be reduced to splinters.
"Damn! Can't cut those. When they fall they'd ruin all the tables. Burning them is out too."
Ian scratches his head.
"Well, there's other ways in nature. Maybe some bugs can get rid of these annoying plants faster than an axe would."
He puts down the tool, puts on his hat and leaves for the woods.
An elf clad in blue is at the door, blocking him.. he has heard all the words..
"Destroy the trees? Why should you want to do that?" They are so beutiful.. He strokes the palm next to him
You dont need a tavern to cook, go outside and offer people food on the grass; he then moves aside to let him pass
"Destroy the trees? Why should you want to do that?" They are so beutiful.. He strokes the palm next to him
You dont need a tavern to cook, go outside and offer people food on the grass; he then moves aside to let him pass
The halfling looks around at the overgrown empty buildings and the deserted town.
"Which people? First the people need to return. You seem the only one who is so fond of this stuff... - do you want a drink?"
He shakes his head.
"No, no, for all that I love trees - this is not right. Trees belong in the forest, people belong into a house. Not the other way round. By all means, they should die in there anyway, no light, no rain, no soil. I just don't want them to fall on the tables."
"Which people? First the people need to return. You seem the only one who is so fond of this stuff... - do you want a drink?"
He shakes his head.
"No, no, for all that I love trees - this is not right. Trees belong in the forest, people belong into a house. Not the other way round. By all means, they should die in there anyway, no light, no rain, no soil. I just don't want them to fall on the tables."