The Great East Road III
We awoke before dawn, this day - to the shrill sound of black birds. They fill me with unease. Kirseth says I am being ludicrous, but it felt as if they were watching us; trying to read our intentions. They do not seem like average birds to me. This land is strange and sparse. We have seen very little life, save for those odd watchful creatures.
We walked for quite some time, stopping now and again to rest and make camp. The journey was wearing on us and we hadn't managed a decent nights sleep in days. Eventually, we came upon a rundown building. It was not much to look upon, but it was quite the surprise see any form of civilization out in the wilderness. We cautiously approached the lodging and entered. Inside wasn't much better, it was in quite the state of disrepair. The room was barely lit; the only real light coming from a dim ray of sunshine creeping through the hole in the roof. Dust and mold lined the worn bricks surrounding the dank room.
Drinking beneath the broken roof, to our surprise, were grim looking men and women; staring with suspicion eyes. It appeared to be some sort of inn. We approached what passed for a bar, and talked with the innkeeper. He wasn't too friendly, but gladly accepted our coin for a room and a round of drinks. The man handed us two brown 'mugs' of thin, foul smelling liquid. Kirseth was less than impressed.
We tried to get information from the innkeeper, but he was less than forthcoming. He hadn't much to say other than complaints about a lack of food for the guests and stuffing for the beds, and that they had been having 'problems' with strange folk. He left it at that.
We're about to turn in for the night. We are exhausted; any lodging is better than the cold ground, with birds watching us.
