Part 5 by SamIam
And then, back where things were outside the courthouse:
“Mind you, judge Jake, them thievin’ ghosts may be back, and it wouldn’t look good for yer judgeship over the county if these lot couldn’ go route em out of any publick house whenever they need to,” said Rick. “Oh dear. I suppose you are quite correct, I shall return immediately with a writ of entry!” And with that, the judge returned to the courthouse.
“Rick,” said Grumblepig, “thanks, but what’s all this about us scaring ghosts? You weren’t even there. If you think we’re up into the northlands to fight manor ghosts, forget it. We’re having an adventure, not a ghost hunt.”
“I’m just happy to be a part of your group. I may look depth-blind, but I can shoot the arms off a troll before he knows it’s Tuesday. As far as ghost hunting, I only said that to convin… Back already!”
“Yes,” said Judge Jake, “here is that writ, all drawn up, clearly reading: Be it known, whosoever beareth this writ may enter at any time any publick house, should they suspect that ghosts, spirits, or any other vapors known to rob villagers of coinage is quartered there. Be it further understood that use of this writ is limited to villages in Initial County, and does not exempt the bearer from the minimum height requirement of pubs in the Borough of South Gluehorse. Your Pal, Judge Jake (vote Jake he’s no fake!). Hopefully this will help keep you out of more trouble. Good luck!”
“Thank you, judge,” said Rick, and a round of thanks was given by the rest of the party, “Thank you Judge Jake.”
After a crossbowman’s handshake with Rick, the judge went back into the courthouse and locked the doors for his next case, as is the custom when trying people for causing a ruckus
“Now that that’s all cleared up, we should get some rest before heading out. Do you see anywhere that looks especially haunted?” Said Roguish, a little confused but glad to not be shoveling manure. He’d left that part of his life a long time ago, he was a thief and never wanted to go back. “I think we could all go for a warm drink, and if I’m not mistaken, there are spirits hiding behind every bar in the tricounty.” With that group started making it’s way up through the village.
“Alright,” said Fluvio, “but first, we need to get some supplies. I’m not sure exactly what we need, and after getting robbed so much and all of the legal fees, we don’t have much money, so we should start with the bare essentials. We don’t need torches, because my hands can cast a dim green light, and because camping for the night only leads to trouble, we don’t need any knapsacks or tents”
“We should get lots and lots of armor,” said Grumblepig as he kicked a pigeon to improve his fighting skills.
“and balaclavas,” said Roguish
“and some potions to make up for not having a good healer” said Fluvio
“I don’t need nothin’ I hain’t alread got.” Said the mysterious Rick.
“Ok, in that case, you can stay outside the store and keep watch, while the three of us look around.”
The three of them walked in and began to rummage through the unsorted bins of goods.
“How do these fit?”
“Shouldn’t there be labels on all of these different roots?”
“those cost how much?!”
And after about ten minutes of bartering with the shopkeeper, they left the store.
“You know, I’m not sure a rope this thin really can lift as many hayloads as the guy in there claimed” said Grumblepig, examining what looked like a huge coil of clothesline. “Well, none of us told you to get it. Anyway, if it that elf girl doesn’t show up and steal all our stuff, maybe it’ll come in handy some time. Do you think that these are green potions, or just cheap clear potions in green bottles?” Fluvio was holding a vial up in the light. “Maybe if you’d been more careful buying stuff, you wouldn’t be asking so many questions,” said Roguish, “anyhow, you just wish you’d gotten a crowbar like me. They were so cheap, I should have gotten a few”
“You lot can natter about yer toys later. While you were inside, I overheard something that may be of some use in our adventure,” said Rick.