On the River

The barge floats lazily down the river, pulled by the mule. It's not altogether unpleasant, and certainly smoother than the carriage. Moula digs into the small bag that she took with her from Scarlet's, and produces the triktrak playing board. We spend the rest of the afternoon playing and chatting, minimizing the boredom, and taking my mind off our predicament for a while. John spends most of his time talking to the captain, or just watching us with a bemused expression on his face. Teran settles down for a nap.

As the sun sets, the barge comes to a stop at a small dock. I notice a single building, perhaps an inn or tavern, attached to the dock. "This here's the Valiant. It's where we'll be spending the night. A popular stop for us river-traders. It's a ways off from the nearest town, maybe twenty miles or so. I'll be leavin' first thing tomorrow. Make sure yer up early if ya be wantin' to continue on to Windhaven."

"We'll do that, thanks." John says. "Well then, shall we inquire as to lodgings?"

1. We get a couple of rooms without incident, have a small dinner, and retire for the evening. We awaken in the morning to continue our journey.
2. We are unable to obtain a room, as there are no vacancies.
3. During dinner, some drunk guests make a pass at Moula and myself, leading to a confrontation between them, and Teran and John.
4. As I prepare to retire for the night, I begin labour.

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