A lone stage coach rollled into town, two horses pulling it along with two people in the seat. The one holding the reins looked basic enough by his passenger's standards, while the other looked asleep as a scarf was draped over his eyes, sitting in a very relaxed, manner.
The passenger slowly stirred after hitting a couple of bumps in the path and the coach came to a halt. "Meis, we're here." The freshly woken frog stretched ad wrapped his scarf back around his neck. Meis slowly rubbed his face with his hands as he took in his surroundings. "Leeva, where the hell is here? It looks like we just moved in a circle!" Leeva grunted as he pulled out a map, and showed it to Meis. " Where you told me to go, which when I asked you, you replied with, 'Don't know, don't care. Need to leave before we get lynched.' ".
"How was I supposed to know the necklace was fake? We still got out alive though and that's what matters, right?"
"Meis, one would think living with a trade caravan would have taught you these things." Leeva sighed and pointed to a marked spot on the map. "Anyways we started here at the Verendi Commune..." Leeva then dragged his warty finger down to another freshly marked area on the map "...and now we are here in Silva. We did about 8 hours of travel. You slept through the halfway point, so I had ample time to stop and give the horses food and rest."
"Ah crap." Meis stomach churned as his eyes met the sign for the tavern. "The Basilisk?! HAHAHAHA! Oh man that's rich, wonder what kind of 'stone cold venom' they sell, eh?"
"Meis, your jokes are as pointless and bland as ever, but at least that means your still in good spirits given we haven't been able to make any real money yet."
"Eh, the only real upkeep we need is for the horses and the cart and we always make that plus some since really only one of us needs to eat...I swear the side effects of making the four of you were a more of a gift than a curse. I'm still trying to figure out why the old man had a stick so far up his ass about everything."
"You're still going about that, Meis? It's been ten years, move on."
They hitched up the cart outside of the bar and Meis looked towards Leeva. "Lockup the cart, please. I'll get us a table." Meis called out as he walked in and saw the most bizarre scene. Dead bodies, a person praying over them, and everybody else acting like this was a normal thing. His eyes squinted in confusion and sighed quite heavily as he walked back outside.
"Hold up Leeva, we got a clean up on our hands, seriously I don't understand why people kill each other in public areas...so unclean." He grabbed for one of his gourds that had a dark brown circle etched on it, popped the cork and dropped it on the ground. Power swirled around Meis and pulled away to his left as a hulking frame began to form in front of him. "Stoma! We got some heavy work that needs doing." Stoma stretched and yawned once the process was complete.
"Where at Meis?"
"Dead bandits inside. Lose the bodies, pass Leeva the gear for us to sell. Money's been slow lately."
"Got it." Stoma stomped inside and grabbed the bodies, the headed back out and through the treeline. Meis then huffed and shook his head. "Now let's try this again shall we?" The young frog then strolled into the bar once again and sat up at the bar, chatting up with the bar keep. A few minutes later, Leeva and Stoma walked in and they moved to an empty table. "Okay, here's the plan, we sleep here tonight, then we set up shop for about two days, then we move on.
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