In the barn across from the taphouse, a tall, imposing looking elf was busy checking in on the many wagons and beasts of burden who'd been rounded up to stay the night. Cage upon cage of beasts were kept, some with heavy blankets over top of their housing, others only lightly staked in place. This was obviously a creature who knew their business. goats and chickens rubbed shoulders with owls and even lions under their watch.
A few children--much like the elf, but some sporting gills, others sporting horns--scampered about at the elf's behest, feeding animals by rounds of herbivores and carnivores, others coming in from taking creatures out for a walk. The entire little caravan smelled terrible, but then it didn't look as though the creatures were lingering in their own filth. Even a quick examination showed that these beasts were well cared for, as much as one could get on the road. Perhaps they might do better with a singular owner, though?
A few children--much like the elf, but some sporting gills, others sporting horns--scampered about at the elf's behest, feeding animals by rounds of herbivores and carnivores, others coming in from taking creatures out for a walk. The entire little caravan smelled terrible, but then it didn't look as though the creatures were lingering in their own filth. Even a quick examination showed that these beasts were well cared for, as much as one could get on the road. Perhaps they might do better with a singular owner, though?
