Of Tready and money

Of Tready and money

Postby Treadwell » Tue Jul 20, 2004 3:34 pm

Sometimes, Councilor Treadwell just wishes he didn't have to work so much.

Walking allllll the way from the meetinghouse to the most populated residential area of Myrken Wood wasn't much of a trek, usually, but today was hot and muggy. Thus, his usual slow-going waddle was slowed more than normal, and then just a touch more since he was talking to and guiding the Dagger's stable boy and that boy's pet horse on the way. Why did Treadwell have the lad along? Simply put, Boy, as he's known, wanted out of the inn for a bit, so Tready gave him the once (in a week?) chance of getting out to see the place while Tready laid down the law and collected taxes.

Everything went fine until the night, which was just when Tready was finishing up the last of the day's rounds, coin purses fat and belly growling. He'd seen to almost everyone in Myrken Wood by this point. A well-fired sling stone sent the councilor crumpling to the ground--but where were the Boy and the Horse?
"Looks like a table to me. Do you think it could hold up someone as bulbous as Treadwell?" -- Dr. Brennan, Myrken Wood Rememdium Edificium
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