Latha's sunrise (Moore and Tryll; 84 days left)

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d100 --> [ 1d100=64 ]{64}

A little bit of wandering gets you along and along. On the horizon you see a farmstead, large and rustic, wild fields giving way to growing lands.

[Yuthirin]

"We're on the right track maybe!" Calleigh shouts, heading toward the farmstead.

[Nephrite]

"You get used to things like this when you spend a lot of time in Mount Celestia." Moore says as they go along. "Hm, I wonder how Moonlight is doing... I hope she's all right."

[Anastasia]

As you rush in, you find it busy enough. Farmers work the fields, tends to the animals and all of that. "Ho there!" A short, stumpy man in a straw hat waves, "Travelers! Welcome, welcome!"

[Nephrite]

"Hello!" Moore offers a wave. "We're looking for Lord Lathander, have you by any chance seen Him lately?"

[Anastasia]

"WOAH!" The farmer gasps, hat popping off as he stumbles back. "Not in some time, I heard he was in Stanley's Woods, but then it turns out that was just Desmond's son visiting, and that was back when his son had that really shiny armor, because back then paladins dressed like real heroes, and in that day you knew a paladin because he was dressed in really shiny armor. These days I hear paladins only dress in practical steel that doesn't glow!"

[Nephrite]

"Well, that is true for some of them!" Moore readily agrees. "I think there is something to be said for that sort of look that a Lathanderite Paladin would have, riding into battle on some sort of steed that glows with the shining aura of the sun while they smite evil left and right." He nods a few times. "I wonder if that's the kind of motif Jaela was going for..."

[Anastasia]

"Jaela? You should bring her around here, she sounds like good people!" The farmer agrees right back. As you talk a bell rings, long and loud. "Ah, lunch time. About time, I'm famished."

[Nephrite]

Are they being invited for lunch? It isn't Chauntea's realm, but he'd be shocked if the mannerisms weren't similar...

[Yuthirin]

"Food?" Calleigh's interest is piqued.

[Anastasia]

"Yeah," The farmer says, then cups his hands over his mouth. "HEY MAUD, WHAT'S FOR LUNCH?"

A woman's voice shouts back, "TATERS AND BEEF PIE, CORN AND CHEESE HOTPOT AND LEMONAID!"

"THANKS, LOVE!" The farmer hollers back, then says, "Ya heard that? That's what's for lunch."

[Nephrite]

"Well, if you don't mind some guests, we'd be happy to join you." Moore says.

[Yuthirin]

"MEAT PIE!" Calleigh calls with glee.

[Anastasia]

Foood. Foooooooooood.

What follows is a homecooked meal, farmers eating away and chatting. Amid all of it, more and more food piled up as they eat with a hearty appetite, "Y'all are travelers?" One asks, amid the bustle of the rustic, wood beamed kitchen, "Where are you from?"

[Yuthirin]

"Arborea!" Calleigh says around a small hunk of beef, "Also Tryll is from some place with a name I can't pronounce."