Post by korth on Nov 23, 2015 22:34:37 GMT
After crossing the threshold into Phishtown, you feel thankful for the blessings of Elan that keep the smell of the area out of the rest of the city. Farhill has some of the livestock smell, but not nearly so much of the manure and death smell that comes from factory farming.
Nathan can be seen standing outside of the main entrance doors to the Pelas T'Lon Hog Factory. He is a man of average height and build, with a hairline that isn't so much receding as retreating from the crown of his head and down onto his face ending in a beard that many dwarven women would be proud to wear. Instead of wearing the customary breeches, surcote and over coat, he is wearing a pair of long legged coveralls that extend right down over his leather boots.
The druid smiles as you come closer and enters the doors, waiting just inside the door. He browses through the rack of wooden shoes next to the door and selects a pair that look like they will fit over his boots. "If you care to keep your shoes in a place like this, you best wear the over clogs." He slides his feet inside the shoes, moving around a bit and takes a few quick stomps, getting used to the lack of tread. "Just watch out, they can get slippery when the floor is damp or covered with shit."
He begins walking down the corridor, stopping at the first door on the right, and as he opens the door the most horrible scream you have heard comes from deep inside the room. He ducks inside the door leaving it open behind him as he walks through the pens looking at the animals and ensuring that there is enough food to do until the evening feeding.
"So tell me," he says, half over his shoulder as he scratches a sow behind the ear, "Why were you investigating today's fire?"
Nathan can be seen standing outside of the main entrance doors to the Pelas T'Lon Hog Factory. He is a man of average height and build, with a hairline that isn't so much receding as retreating from the crown of his head and down onto his face ending in a beard that many dwarven women would be proud to wear. Instead of wearing the customary breeches, surcote and over coat, he is wearing a pair of long legged coveralls that extend right down over his leather boots.
The druid smiles as you come closer and enters the doors, waiting just inside the door. He browses through the rack of wooden shoes next to the door and selects a pair that look like they will fit over his boots. "If you care to keep your shoes in a place like this, you best wear the over clogs." He slides his feet inside the shoes, moving around a bit and takes a few quick stomps, getting used to the lack of tread. "Just watch out, they can get slippery when the floor is damp or covered with shit."
He begins walking down the corridor, stopping at the first door on the right, and as he opens the door the most horrible scream you have heard comes from deep inside the room. He ducks inside the door leaving it open behind him as he walks through the pens looking at the animals and ensuring that there is enough food to do until the evening feeding.
"So tell me," he says, half over his shoulder as he scratches a sow behind the ear, "Why were you investigating today's fire?"
