Chapter 1: Storm.

Wait, said the Lich.

The priestess of Fro took a small basin of hot water from the pot that had been used to stew the goose, to cleanse her face, along with spiced sheep oil to nourish her skin and relax her muscles

He usually suggests the stable and the corridor, but it seems that this unexpected guest is neither someone who is financially constrained nor someone so careless as to accept either of these places

That bag of gold coins contains at least fifty pieces, the soul from another realm protested

The lamp emitted a foul odor, clearly filled with cheap whale oil rather than the expensive spermaceti wax. A chair, unremarkable in every aspect, seemed to be placed there merely for decoration, its four legs stubbornly varying in length, and the carving on the backrest was missing half a face. A few sprigs of aged lavender were scattered on the thin stone floor, offering little more than a token presence. The bed was tightly wedged between two walls, lacking both a pillow and a blanket, while the reeds and bulrushes were thick enough to reach from the ankles to the knees. Unfortunately, one could smell its dampness without even needing to touch it, and the wool felt wrapping them was as thin as a piece of dried seaweed, though its colors were remarkably rich, with numerous cracks and crevices at the foot of the bed.

The new guest let out a subtle gasp, as he did not expect to see a documentary about living creatures from the Discovery Channel in another world

She ascended the stairs with a whale wax candle that was only the length of a finger joint, the golden bell tied to a thin leather strap jingling as she passed through the dim corridor. She tentatively pushed the door and found that it was not bolted.

In the year 1996, the life and memory of humanity are all too fleeting; fortunately, there are still some things that have been preserved

The sweet pea flower is a sacred object of Frol. Only those "merchants" and the priests of Frol will offer the sweet pea flower

The last time you appeared in Sharp Jaw Harbor was approximately a few years ago

To a stranger, this is probably the best room in尖颚港.

"Perhaps you need a little wine." The priest raised the candle high, allowing more light to illuminate his face, while his empty right hand magically produced a flat silver wine bottle, small enough to resemble a toy, containing only about four or five sips. "I have a bit of mead, a gift from a smuggler, real mead, not the fake stuff mixed from apple cider and grape juice found in the alleys, unwatered and unsweetened, the purest honey brewed, aged for forty years. " She sweetly enticed, casting doubt on whether the wine had the delightful taste of her tongue: "Come, have a taste." She urged, "Just a small sip, only a small sip, and you will know what true earthly bliss is."

After sharing the goose and half a bottle of murky red wine, the tavern owner and his guest were finally able to enjoy each other's company in comfort. The flames of the hearth warmed the surrounding stone slabs, which were covered with fresh hay. At this moment, it was certainly not a time to be disturbed, yet the fellow standing outside was evidently quite persistent. The tavern owner shouted in anger and frustration, and before reluctantly getting up to open the door, he did not forget to pick up his coat and throw it to the priest, Froh, saying, "Cover yourself." He mumbled. At any rate, it was not a suitable time to be interrupted, but the man outside was clearly very stubborn.

Including this room, do you think it is possible for him to change our room for us

I am indeed familiar with this place, the Lich said impatiently, and it is the weakest and most chaotic of the teleportation anchor points I am acquainted with. Given our current situation, this decision is very prudent

The difference between Fro's priest and them is probably that the priest can still save some medical expenses, the lich commented bitterly

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You may try later to see if you can obtain a gift that is more precious than the goose said the tavern keeper with a tolerant demeanor But for now he is in your room and you must first give me my reward

What?

Do not make a fuss over one or two bugs, the Lich said, they will not kill you

"It seems you do not like mead," she said, her disappointment capable of bending steel, yet still gentle like a breeze brushing past the ear. "Then," she extended a small finger, untying the leather cord that fastened her collar. Her robe was made of coral-colored silk, and it is no exaggeration to say that, under the candlelight, it was as beautiful as the dew hanging on the tips of leaves in the morning.

The priest of Fro displayed a cunning smile

There are no rooms available, the innkeeper said

A storm swept across much of the Azores, with leaden clouds obscuring the sky. The rain it brought was so cold and abundant that everyone in Sharp Jaw Harbor, every dog and every mouse, trembled, gasping for breath, trying to run at the fastest speed they could muster to jump into any building with a roof.

We all know that is not the price for the room

In the year ninety-six, the soul from another realm repeated, striving to control itself from sighing, well then, what should we do next

The brownish-yellow seal skin coat was heavy, saturated with grease, and reeked of strong fishy odors, pungent tobacco, alcohol, and the distinctive goat-like smell of men. It was thick and wide, yet quite short. The pastor, Fro, crossed his arms beneath the coat to support his neck, folded his legs, and took a deep breath without a care, quietly listening in the darkness created by the leather. The newcomer was certainly not a reckless person ignorant of Sharp Jaw Harbor; he knew how the locals would knock on a door that was reluctant to open. Fro, with his arms crossed beneath the coat, supported his neck, folded his legs, and took a deep breath without a care, quietly listening in the darkness created by the leather. The newcomer was certainly not a reckless person ignorant of Sharp Jaw Harbor; he knew how the locals would knock on a door that was reluctant to open, and successfully maintained the precious silence of the dull-headed tavern owner even after being involuntarily compelled to open the door, rather than resorting to curses, expulsion, or a sharp dagger.

The collision of coins, whether they are copper coins, silver coins, or gold coins, only gold coins can instantly dispel dissatisfaction and malice. It is only these bright and substantial golden friends that are truly delightful.

Fro's priest. The lich said.

Stranger, I thought you chose this place because you are familiar with it

Several small round-shelled insects were hurriedly crossing the various wounds, while a centipede, as long as a human palm, silently pursued them from behind

He stood up from the chair and walked into the light of the candle, at which point the pastor alertly realized that this person was not as frail as she had imagined, nor was he ugly; rather, one could say the exact opposite.

The priestess of Fro lifted her cloak, and she could only catch a glimpse of a small area of skin that was white and transparent, resembling floating ice on the sea; her black hair was entwined with silver threads, and she wore a deep gray leather cloak and knee-high boots. The figure's silhouette was elegant and slender, moving with a light step on the steep and narrow staircase, which would creak even with the passage of a larger cat, without making a sound. A saddle-brown travel cane and a leather pouch were held in her hand. The figure's silhouette was elegant and slender, moving with a light step on the steep and narrow staircase, which would creak even with the passage of a larger cat, without making a sound. A saddle-brown travel cane and a leather pouch were held in her hand.

She twisted the bottle cap open with her thumb, and a rich aroma of honey confirmed that her words were not empty. However, what frustrated her was that the object of her temptation remained unmoved; he merely regarded her with a disquieting mix of inquiry and curiosity. Have you ever seen a child who encounters a butterfly for the first time? They are drawn to it and tempted by it, only to catch it and tear its wings apart

As the tavern owner and the priest of Fro eagerly resumed their busy activities, the new guest was cautiously exploring the tall and narrow room. The entire space resembled an upright chisel, with dark wooden beams that even three men standing on each other's shoulders might not reach. Directly opposite the door was a simple wooden window, through which sharp cold winds and rainwater continuously seeped through the gaps between the boards. Traces of water flowed down along the crevices, infiltrating the space between the white clay walls and the table. The table, or more accurately, a deep brown pine box, reasonably lacked ink and paper on its surface, containing only a clumsily crafted clay lamp shaped like a sea creature and a drinking jug, in which deep red and pale yellow sweet pea flowers were inserted. The table, or more accurately, a deep brown pine box, reasonably lacked ink and paper on its surface, containing only a clumsily crafted clay lamp shaped like a sea creature and a drinking jug, in which deep red and pale yellow sweet pea flowers were inserted.

The tavern owner silently and swiftly descended the familiar staircase, only to find the priest Frodo thoughtfully gazing at the place where they had vanished

"Why don't you sleep, even if it's just to lie down on the bed?" she asked cheerfully, "Is that chair really better than the bed?"

Then she could also possibly be, um, that "merchant".

If you are willing to live with someone else, then there is still a room available," the innkeeper said kindly, "but you will surely like her.

The owner of the Dull Head Tavern forcefully pulled down the brass bolt, isolating the raging storm and other unwelcome elements beyond the thick oak planks. One of his patrons, the Reverend Fro, was removing his dripping woolen cloak in front of the leaping flames of the hearth. An iron pot was set up on the hearth, continuously emitting white steam and exuding the aroma of goose and nutmeg.

The pastor walked into the room and saw her roommate sitting in the chair