Andoran Pie

They stayed in Jehannah two nights, and Lugard as well. In Lugard they had made up their minds that it was to rest up. Riding horses all day everyday really got tiring... not to mention all the drinking and dancing every night in between. But almost as soon as they arrived and the ale started flowing, it was yet another party. All in all it was a most fun trip. The only dull times were when villages were so far between that they had to sleep in a farmhouse... or worse, on the side of the road. The real bummer was not having servants. All this doing things for themselves really got old after a while.

By the time they got to Caemlyn though, Thad, for one, was more than willing to stay for more than a few days... and sleep in a nice inn in the Inner City. The ale of the White Finch was of the utmost quality. The innkeeper, Staev al'Staflar, was a good fellow, willing to overlook their age for little enough coin. It seemed they already had entertainment though, a girl their age who was singing and beating on some drum.

"Whos that?" Thad asked.

"Why thats Iliana." The inkeeper chuckled as if he knew what Thad was thinking. "Shes a local here... plays from time to time."

"Why don't you just go talk to her?" Trev laughed.

"Well yeah." Thad tried to make his voice sound confident. "Psssh... of course I can. And I will. You know I like foreign girls... east Andoran... yeah thats... hey where'd you go, you bloody..." Thad just realized that he had been babbling to himself for some time now. "Burn me." He took a deep breath and walked to where the girl was sipping some tea on her break, bumping into a chair or two. "Ahhh... I... no." He quickly turned around and walked back to where he had been sitting. Bloody idiot!