Mals Meats

It was just after lunch time, and they found themselves on the north side of Horseshoe Road, just west of The Strip.  Treakle was asked to represent the group at Mal's Meats, maybe someone thought he liked to eat a lot.  And they weren't wrong.  He was, however, glad that he had eaten a hearty lunch, as some of those cuts looked mighty appealing.

As they entered the shop, they saw an older human couple there.  Not wanting to be presumptive, he asked, "Mal?"  The woman replied, "that's him."  "Okay," Treakle replied.  We represent the Nightwatchman Guild and are collecting gifts for Pelor's Day.  You were on our list, but now you are on my list for visiting next time I need some good cuts of meat.  Nice things can be had here.

The woman laughs, "you folks look around, I will be right back with the gifts."  She goes into the back, and, not wanting to just stand there, the group looks at the cuts of meat.  Mal, not knowing what else to do, asks if he can get anything for anyone.  They all begged off, for now.

When the woman returned, she had a basket of shapes made from bones, horses, dogs, carts.

Treakle said, "the children will love those. Thank you."

He took the basket and promised to return, soon.

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