A welcome mat adorns the floor at the foot of the door. A rack to hang hats and coats is on the left hand side. Right above, a fan lazy spins about on a hot summer day. A single bulb of light illuminates the small hall that the entrance leads to. The entrance smells of the fresh outdoors.
Cottage entryway, Inside Cottage
family
a guest
I like this Inn. As a guest I wasn't sure what to expect on this muddy backwater road. The ale is good too!
Wow, no wonder the ale is so good. You've perfected the art! You are too kind.  I am ever so glad you came to visit, was the journey difficult? Oh you know, there's only so much comfort in walking with only one shoe. Oh no, let me give you some of mine.  Did you catch sight of the badger-cultists?  I hear they roam the hills at night. You are to generous! I appreciate it. And no? I must have missed them. Badger-cultists? Tell me more! They roam the hills, sometimes raiding caravans and villages for victims.  Some say they are sacrificed to their Badger-god, others that they become slaves to the cult. Dear God, I'm glad I missed them! Thanks for the warning I'll be sure to keep my head down.  Yes . . . you may have come across a pile of fresh bones, with the marrow sucked out?  That is likely one of their victims who was killed during a raid. Oh... Is that what that was? I assumed a poor animal victim to the vultures. How is it that you have avoided their raids? The town watch does a good job of keeping a lookout, and no one is allowed to leave the safety of the village walls unaccompanied. I suppose we have those brave guardsmen to thank. What a terrible fate! Do they not have badger-cultists in your village?