Rain and Strax

Today the weather has turned, and the air is damp. It has rained since early morning without a break. I have found a very quaint tavern tucked away within Castlecairgn’s small and narrow streets to stay in until the weather clears. It is called “The Mystical Convention”, and reminds me of “The Flying Dragon” in Bray. The tavern master, Old Joddam, has made me feel very welcome. He has laid out a wonderful spread for lunch in front of a roaring fire, consisting of local cheese, bread and meats, and his ales would give Brownale a good run for his money!
Tomepicker is sat in front of the fire, lazily warming himself. The other locals who are in here are not phased by the appearance of a dragon, but are keeping a respectful distance between themselves and Tomepicker.

As there is nothing else to do today but stay in doors I have spent most of my time reading through my writings so far. I read back to my notes about Merelee, and I think I really do need to find Yermej. I can’t quite figure out what he is doing, but I have an uneasy feeling about his actions.

One of the regulars, Bairre, challenged me to several games of Strax in the covered alley around the side of the Tavern. I thought that I was a good Strax player but I am now several silver and gold drouts lighter, after losing every game. Maybe it was down to the fact that we were using silver balls, and not stracyls, to play with. That will be my excuse if I am asked about the loss by my friends when I return to Soulhill.

I do hope that this rain clears up soon otherwise our travels will be delayed. Joddam has informed that the rains can last for several days when they arrive.