The Rusty Nail

It turned out that not all of the locations were inside the gate.  One of the last places the group went was on an extension of Garden Road, outside of the cargo gate.  The name was almost fitting, as it looked the worse for wear.  The Rusty Nail was a broken down boarding house that had seen better days, long ago.  As Treakle led the group up to the doors, he could hear every floorboard on the porch creak.

The young elf at the counter seemed cheerful, if somewhat out of place.  As he introduced himself, she said, "Just a moment, and went back to the office and called out, "Mrs. B, visitors for you."

An elderly half-orc came out into the desk area.  "May I help you gentlemen, and ladies?"

He replied, "Ma'am, I am Treakle, We represent the Nightwatchman's Guild, collecting gifts for Pelor's Day."  He handed her the letter.

She thought back for a moment and handed the latter back, "Ah, yes, it is that time of year, isn't it?"  She went down the hall to a storage room and brought out an old looking box.  She said, "I think the kids will find uses for these, and thank you for coming by."

"Thank you, ma'am," he said.  "You have a nice day."

As they left, he noticed that the box was filled with old linens and towels.  He said to the group, "I guess it's the thought that counts."

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