<strong>Location:</strong>The Lost Coast Road, roughly halfway to Sandpoint - The Tinker's Fancy<br/><strong>Characters involved presently: </strong>Hugh Longfellow, Ranna Walstad, Shadi Bahar<br/><strong>Characters nearby: </strong><br/><strong>NPCs involved presently:</strong>Lutsag  Shatterbark, Silar Mortwell, Aldous Foxglove, Riata Kern, Gulliver Dane<br/><br/>What was left of the day was spent travelling along the Lost Coast Road and it was thankfully without incident.  Roadwardens from Magnimar did their part and kept at least the Magnimarian half of the journey free of peril or concern.  Lutsag was pleasant company, telling tales of previous journeys and previous Swallowtail Festivals.  The views along the Lost Coast Road were pleasant with rolling, grassy hills covered with small wild flowers.  Moments of sun bleached stone piercing the green fields and hills like strange and jagged spikes reaching for the skies above.  Pleasant could be the best word to describe the views but it wasn't difficult to see that the dwarf felt some anxiety over the present journey. The slightly later start to the journey meant that there was a decision to be made at sunset.<br/><br/>Lutsag relied heavily on "Master Longfellow's" road-expertise, was quick to remind everyone that he suspected Ranna was quite ferocious in a tussle and if all else failed, Lady Bahar could disarm anyone with her winning smile.  After a time it sounded as though Lutsag was trying to bolster his own confidence but it wasn't unpleasant.  Silar Mortwell managed to take a moment to speak to the three others at various points throughout the journey that he had a few opportunities in Sandpoint they could take advantage of and all it would take from them is a little bit of their coin.<br/><br/>Night was coming and there would need to be another hour or more of travelling in the looming darkness of the evening until the wagon arrived at the Tinker's Fancy.  An Inn that was conveniently placed roughly one day's journey from Magnimar.  Or...the little group could stop, not risk the dark and set up camp on the roadside.  It was the appearance of dark clouds approaching from the Varisian Bay that was the final decision.  Risking the road in the dark was deemed better than trying to set up camp on the roadside just in time to be caught in a coming rainstorm.<br/><br/>The last hour in the dark was an unpleasant one with Lutsag cursing from time to time as the wheels of the wagon would go through a particularly terrible hole or over a particularly unyielding rock in the road.  The other three members of the tiny caravan using torches and lanterns to do their best to light the way.  Altogether, a goodly amount of unplanned unpleasantness.  Finally however, the lights of the Tinker's Fancy could be seen in the distance and as the wagon crept closer, better than the heartening sights of the lights through the windows of the Inn, were the sounds that could be heard.  Music and exuberant shouting was heard from the distance and only got louder and louder as they approached.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a8/3b/be/a83bbefe2f04342e441f82e888825c1c.jpg)</div><br/>The rain was just starting to fall when the wagon pulled up around the side of the Inn.  Lutsag offered some coin to the man who took care of the stables and made it clear to offer a little bit more to make sure that everything on the wagon actually would still be on his wagon in the morning.  If the light shining through the windows had been heartening, stepping into the Inn was dazzling when compared to the dark and now stormy night outside.  The tavern at the bottom of the Tinker's Fancy was quite busy.  Two gnomes at the far end of the room played enthusiastic jigs on their instruments, a table of five Road Wardens shouted and sang and appeared to be quite deep into their cups, a handsome, well-dressed man casually tossed a coin purse atop the nearby bar and proclaimed another round for everyone present, including the good folk who just arrived and an auburn-tressed half-elf female smoothly and swiftly collected the coin purse and began placing tankards on the  bar with a well-practiced confidence.<br/><br/>A man off to the side, seated alone and wearing a broad brimmed hat took a moment to tip up the brim of his hat with a single index finger.  A sword in it's scabbard and a shield leaning against the nearby wall.<br/><br/>All in all, the tavern and Inn appeared to be quite busy.  Lutsag had made it clear that he would cover the cost of rooms for the night but baths and food would be left to each of the four travelers that had arrived with him.