Stale bread at the Moorland Magpie Inn
At the store Millie was happy to sell Kara some bandages, four bandages for one copper piece. Then she was off to buy pastries before the magic-user headed to the inn.
The inn although worn was well kept and there was beer to drink along with the stale bread “bandits” Lorna bemoaned “the Ghost Beggars we call them. All dressed in clothes of black and yellow. They’ve been troubling the road. Caravan should have been here days ago, likely raided. The wardens been keeping a watch out for them.”
The beer was good and the welcome from Lorna friendly so as the day turned to evening the common room grew busy. Word of Kara’s offer of employment was passed around Fourtower Bridge and those inhabitants desperate, foolhardy or brave enough approached the magic-user.
First was Eglantine Basset, a decrepit woman with a lusty eye for men, she cackled and goggled at the other three hirelings that introduced themselves to Kara. She came equipped with chainmail, shield, short sword and short bow, her fee was twenty gold pieces a day. The other three were a rarity in Fourtower Bridge, all being hardened adventurers seeking paid employment. There was Bosley Cosin, a brawny teenage boy with a menacing look in his eyes. Garrick Cely, a devoted cleric of St Kanatius, the old man walked with a stoop and vouched that he was afraid of nothing that lurked in the darkness. Aylmer Montfort, a cleric of Ky, he was dress in a robe of forest green adorned with purple flowers, however the cheerfulness of his robe contrasted with the gloominess of his mood. Both Bosley and Aylmer wore leather armour, Aylmer sensibly also wearing a helm. Garrick wore chainmail. All three of them asked for a half share of any treasure gained.