Differences in The Wandering Inn 3.09

• Ivolethe was trying to teach Ryoka how the Frost Faeries conjured snow and moved faster than anything Ryoka had even seen in the world.
• Trying was the optimal word here,
• Trying was the operative word here,
• though.

• and since that was a bust we get back before it’s even midday.
• The stream of people leaving and entering Esthelm is still busy,
• The stream of people leaving and entering Celum is still busy,
• but I make good time.

• but thanks to eyewitnesses seeing Persua and the other Runners grabbing Ivolethe,
• I got off scott free.
• I got off scot-free.
• That may also have had to do with the fact that the Frost Faeries were busy raining ten kinds of hell on the Runners as they ran indoors,

• Fals shivers a bit as the wind blows harder.
• He stares at my t-shirt and barefeet.
• He stares at my t-shirt and bare feet.

• “I was just in Ocre,
• and I heard of a big celebration that was thrown in Remendia.
• “I was just in Remendia,
• and I heard of a big celebration that was thrown in Ocre.
• I missed the festivities—but apparently the city was celebrating a group of adventurers who just completed a dungeon crawl.

• I stare towards the door.
• Rememdia?
• Ocre?
• Not too far.

• she could hear the party still going on.
• Pieces and Ksmvr were busy entertaining the mass of people crowding the tables below,
• Pisces and Ksmvr were busy entertaining the mass of people crowding the tables below,
• and she knew they had to be drinking heavily even now.

• the two of them?
• Ceria could remember it clearly.
• It had been the day they’d left Esthelm,
• In the inn with the Winter Sprites,
• so briefly.
• And before that?
• So long ago…
• it had been the day they’d left Esthelm,
• the day Ryoka had unwisely picked a fight and the Horns of Hammerad and the other adventuring groups had gone to Liscor.

• She didn’t know what to say.
• Losing fingers was normal for an adventurers—it was all too easy to lose body parts when a monster was in your face.
• Losing fingers was normal for adventurers—it was all too easy to lose body parts when a monster was in your face.
• But it was never easy,

• The half-Elf has to laugh at that,
• The half-Elf had to laugh at that,
• ruefully.

• It had to be one of the nobility’s carriages,
• the kind pulled by magic creations similar in nature to the fire construct she’d faced in the dungeon.
• the kind pulled by magic creations similar in nature to the fire construct Ceria had faced in the dungeon.