Quite a day! What, one of mystery, adventure, excitement..
Oh, who am I kidding. I mostly did nothing today. But, there were a few bits and pieces of the day that made it rather interesting, and I'd even go so far as to say, worth reiteration.
Morning: The sad Dwarf
I actually don't recall, his name.. Something very dwarfish, if I do recall, but I remember he was very sweet. An old dwarf came up to me whilst I was pacing idly about the inn, and he asked me if I would do him a favor. It was simply a request, to hang up his cloak upon the wall, which I did with no problem. He was quite thrilled when I aided him, even started offering me favors in return. Favors that were a lot more worthwhile, which I politely declined. After all, it only took me a few seconds!
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By about noon, I had run into Amoryl, and started up in conversation with her. I don't remember what it was actually about, just run of the mill, dull chatter about- Siggald! That's what his name was!- About nothing, was what we were speaking of, wow I got off topic.. Really an, "Oh look a squirrel" moment, there.
Back on topic.. The dwarf, Siggald, was spotted leaving the inn, with this really sad, disappointed, dismayed - other synonyms for sad, look on his face. I couldn't help but feel terrible for him! Amoryl and myself went out the door shortly after him, to try and cheer him up, but he must have been a little too fast. Surprising given his stature.
By the time we left the inn, he was long gone! We headed down the road East, and Amoryl insisted we use her horse (Funny, I didn't know prior she even owned one). After charging through the town with rain picking up and soaking us both to the core, we gave up on our search, and went back to my house to dry off. Or, I dried off, and changed clothes.. She just drip dried. We prepared ourselves to head off again, rain hoods and towels and such, only for the rain to stop the moment we left the house.. I really wish I had found that sad dwarf.. I'll have to wait until next time..
Afternoon: Golden Eggs
The pair of us started back up the way, towards the inn again. Gorlen, apparently a mutual friend of Amoryl, intercepted us along the way there, and followed along with us back to the inn. Odd, how quickly groups like this form. Gorlen is a funny man, from what I can tell, perhaps even a bit too polite. He bought each of us a tankard of mead without asking (I didn't drink it. I don't really like mead), and we got to talking about perhaps the most bizarre topic.
The Eating habits of Elves.
This is the only way we could actually piece together how their diet, coincided with their behavior around the common folk.
-Elves tend to act uppity, and superior. They always complain about Barliman's food. Why?
-Elves are used to eating solid gold, gem encrusted eggs, with a liquid gold core. They crack this open upon a solid gold skillet, and cook it to perfection, serving it on a solid mithril plate. They eat these eggs with a side of solid gold ham, with silver glaze, and solid gold toast, with golden butter.
-Due to the high amount of pure gold in their diet, they don't digest it well, and it results in them being grumpy, and literally 'Tight assed' (Pardon the vulgarity)
Thus, this makes sense of why elves act the way they do around food.
Gorlen wandered off for some fresh air. Yes. 'Fresh air'.
Evening: Butter Frog
Have you ever heard the old folk tale, about the frog, who jumped into a vat of cream, and thrashed about so much whilst trying to escape, that he turned the cream into butter, and used to floating butter chunks to escape? Neither had I, but apparently Amoryl had.
Going off of our skit about the Spider Queen, she wanted to tie the old child's tale in with a very serious play about overcoming obstacles, gaining trust, making friends, and losing said friends. I feel bad for laughing at her idea to have a hobbit, or a small child, in a frog costume jump out of a vat of butter near the end of the play, and scare away the spider queen.
Alright. I'm writing my own version of the story. Hers is funny, I admit, but if I'm going to actually write down a play, it won't be a silly comedy! Gorlen strolled back in, as we were getting up to go.
Too late now!
Night: Hugs
Amoryl is probably the least cuddly person I know. She decided to give me a hug, when we parted ways. I swear her arms were as stiff as boards, but it's certainly a start.
I think that little bit of social awkwardness is sort of cute, especially since she's otherwise so much more confident.
