His
journeys and employers eventually brought Grynn far North to the forest region
of Cormanthor. Here he finds an incredible coliseum that, according to
townsfolk cheering within, has sprung up overnight. Grynn pushes his way
through the crowd, wondering what the uproar is about. In the center ring he
sees a bard praising a gnome’s eating abilities. Stranger yet, the gnome seem
eager to live up to the bard’s boasts. A large cow is brought in, slaughtered
and put on a spit. Not able to wait any longer, the gnome dives in and starts
himself on half-cooked beef. His courage and fortitude were impressive.
Maybe
he was more foolhardy than brave; the poor gnome puked and passed out after
consuming an impressive two thirds of a cow. Grynn thought these folk might be
worth a good story or two, and decided to make an effort to talk to them if he
ever bumped into them in less of a spectacle.
For
now I’ll leave them be, this festival atmosphere has made me hungry, and there
were several healthy looking fish in the stream outside town. I’ll make camp
there.
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