We agreed to meet in town the next day. I told them I would guide them through the woods, but they refused to just leave the boat behind. We left early the next morning, and I arrived several hours before they would by sea. I wandered around town looking for a good hat shop (a little upset that I lost the hat that kind shepherd gave me). I notice a lightly guarded storage area, obviously a depot where cargo is held when transferred between ships.
I finally found a shop that has some decent hats, when I noticed a parade of cloaked monks carrying a row boat overhead through town. After a quick count, I deduced there was likely a gnome, a few elves, and a man with a "hang glider" beneath those robes.So much for buying a new hat- I thought to myself and hurried after them.
The gnome was leading the procession, carrying the boat and chanting "We're selling this fine row boat, 50 gold or best offer!" The voice was low and drawn out in a crude imitation of the priests of Pelor. The whole show was quite entertaining. When the bidding started, I snuck through the crowd, startling people to fake their bids. This drove the actual bidders mad. The price shot to nearly 200 gold pieces (for a used row boat) before sanity caught up with their competitive nature. We now had plenty of money to fund our journey to Tantras.
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