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The Humble Pig stretched a lot deeper than I expected from the outside. Part of the inn disappeared into what looked like an old tunnel and made the common room a lot more spacious. A decorative boar hung dead centre above the hearth, decorated with golden twigs. The inn was cluttered with a lifetime of stuff, but it made it rather cosy and housey. An inkwell with porcupine quills, a pouch with hand cut dice, three stray buttons, … The list of trinkets went on and on and part of me really wanted to rummage through it, but I had a feeling the owner wouldn’t appreciate that.
Rick slapped JP and Regan on their back. “Friends! What will you have? It’s on the house.”
“W-What are y-you roasting in the b-back?” JP licked his lips as he sat down on the wooden table. The scent of grilled meat
