Ah, welcome back, traveler! You look familiar, have you been in before?
You have? Well, welcome back! Do you need some armor or a weapon repaired? Coming back for an upgrade? C’mon traveler, your wish is my command!
You just wanted to check in? Ah, well, the thought is very much appreciated. You’ve heard about my absence? Don’t worry about that, dear friend, it is the nature of things to depart, fortunately it seems Fate has guided me back to this town. If we are lucky, her sirens song will not tempt me away again soon.
Have you ever felt an itch to stay unseen? When you’ve spent so much time moving from place to place, begging to stay unrecognized.
Then you meet up with friends, people you want to know and have know you. You have to turn against every instinct that you’ve built up. But it’s all for good.
If you weren't already aware, the spring festival is upon us at last! Goodness, I'd almost forgotten; time passes so quickly. It'll be a wonderful week!
The Oak Owl's celebratory menu will be posted on the notice board today. Make sure you check the locals' offers as well, however, as I know for sure that they've prepared some delightful ways to celebrate!
I was just out for a walk and remembered I haven't had breakfast yet. Might I have a cookie or two, please?
Also, I was wondering if you'd like some of these... don't they smell lovely? I'm delighted that Astenroot's flowers are coming in so nicely already!
- Max of the Oak Owl
Good morning, Max.
I sincerely hope your walk was good! The weather outside is delightful.
Of course you can have one. Tell me what you think of them! They’re a new recipe I found recently.
And oh my stars, these look gorgeous! Yes, I think they’ll go right on the front windowsill. Thank you so much, Max! And yes, I’ve been having walks around the town, the flowers are so wonderful. Spring is one of my favorite seasons because of that.
Here we go, traveler! A new menu to celebrate returns and new discoveries. Take a look…
New Stock- Receive a new item Dragon has obtained from xyr travels.
Originals- Receive an item or enchantment of Dragon’s own making, dug out of the back room.
Repairs- Receive positive affirmations or self-care reminders
Inscriptions- Mysterious messages from the woods and creatures and weave of magic itself around Dragon’s shop, engraved into blades or whispered into your ear.
Chores- Receive a quest from Dragon around the town!
Little mouse, I know it’s hard with the weather on the fritz,
Fillie pours a bowl of hot soup, stirring in a dash of this and dash of that from small vials. Some are potions, dark ichor that smells like mountain’s breath, sweet honey, are just a few.
But the cold doesn’t make you feel any better when your already sick.
She plonks the bowl down in front of you, dropping a spoon in. The shopkeep pours herself a mugful of the stuff.
A little pick me up I learned to make during my time as a knight,
She takes a gulp of it, and her large cow ears flutter as she sighs. It makes you feel a little more trusting of the thick liquid.
You take a sip, and the taste is… strange. Not something you’d pick out at a store, but Fillie’s right. The scent, the feeling in your chest, already makes you feel better.
The shopkeep sits at the front desk, a book clutched in her hands, book pulled up so close to her face that all that can be seen is her horns, bovine ears, and long golden hair.
Fillie reacts to the clanging cow bell above the door late and she jerks the book down from her face. When she sees you, a grin splits her face and she rises slowly, spreading her arms.
Pattering among the aisles is a older gentleman, cloak drawn about his ears. You can barely see his face. He looks up.
The man has the face of a hound dog, long floppy ears and all. His liquid brown eyes bore into you. You are the first to look away.
Here for the festival, eh?
The houndman’s voice his rough, and you notice touches of grey around his muzzle. You nod.
So’m I. Ser Wintertail, at yer service.
He straightens and readjusts his cloak, leaning on a cane as he does. It is a fine dark wood. He smiles at you.
I was on my way with a shipment for Ser Bravenbones. We served together, you know. Thought she had died, her mother was well broken up about it, but guess not. Now we’s working partners.
He picks something from the shelf in front of him. A bottle, a potion. It sloshes in the bottle, pale purple, with shadows that shift and move in an unnatural way. All you can glance from the tag is the word Fae scrawled in Fillie’s familiar handwriting.
He swirls the bottle, and winks at you, before moving off into a throng of other people, leaving you alone in the aisle.
Slow down, slow down. What? I’m not sure what your talking about. A great sickness? Masks and quarantine?
You’ve just been having a dream, traveler. It’s alright, you’re safe here. You fell asleep at one of the tables. You’re in The Bundled Bone Bag, you’re in Astenroot. Here, I’ll get you a cup of tea to rouse you a little more, feel free to stay as long as you’d like.
With a roar of the forge and a crackle of magic, the song of hammer on steel heralds the end of the forge’s abandonment. No more are the doors closed and windows darkened, no more is the furnace cold and quiet. Napping just outside the door is the familiar shaggy face of Sir Buck sprawled out in the sun.
Ah, welcome back, traveler!
There is a rustle of fabric and a wave of heat and the smell of sweet saffron as the familiar face of Dragon rounded the corner with a wide grin on xyr face. The interior of the shop looks like new, shelves covered in shining steel buzzing with magic, the shelves free of dust and the furnaces lit as merrily as ever. Lesser dragons the size of cats lounged in the windows and on top of shelves, somewhere in the back a mechanical mouse lit on fire the curtains that once covered the windows. The Dragon’s Den Blacksmith is open for business once more.
An old clock chimes on one of the shelves. You check your pocket watch. It isn’t on time, but you get the feeling that it’s not because it hasn’t been wound in a time. The clock is chiming something entirely separate.
The one of a kind intruder clock. It senses movement at a specified place and chimes, a sneaky little object, eh?
Fillie has appeared by your shoulder, and you frown. It hasn’t been chiming with the door. You ask where it is detecting movement. Fillie frowns.
The doorway to my shed... I should probably check that.