Owl’s Head is known for many things. It has a fine market, a worthy tavern, a misguided stable boy, serviceable public crafting stations and of course Lord Enmar. But it seems right under there noses a rug cartel has cropped up and there are some strange dealings at the very top of that house.

Alley lead me to a house where most of the usable floor space had been covered in rugs. Not just one rug, I can do that, but hundreds of the rascals. From wall to wall in nearly every room. No wonder there is a rug shortage and prices are soaring. Whomever this decorator is, they are artificially inflating prices! I’m sure if I was a rug merchant I would have a pretty strong opinion about it.

But the rug habit was quickly overlooked once you got a glimpse of the supernatural furniture stacking. Table and chairs had been placed so as to hover in space. Sure, you can have a fine dining experience out there, but I pity the fool that leans back to rub their pudgy Buddha belly in satisfaction. It’s a long way down.

The creations went further as there was a carpet and table bridge that connected this property to the next. Further, you can ascend these massive erections and take in a view of the entire city. It was slow going and dizzying, but I made it to the top.

But then, like a conjuring trick, the entire structure disappeared. I stood in mid air with seemingly nothing beneath my feet. I did indeed let out a cowardice scream and feel to my knees as though the end was nigh. To fall from such a height would clearly cause my spine to crumble to powder. But alas, I did not rapidly greet the ground. I stood there, capable of seeing in all directions. It was both glorious and pants wetting.

I managed to retreat wherein the house and it’s accoutrements were visible once again. We then took a quick tour and admired the decorations.

The owner had managed to assemble massage tables, sauna, privy, shower, publication room and library. It was quite a grand scene, but of course, it was all obtained through what I believe to be ill gotten means. It seems that the rug trade, while nefarious, is also lucrative.

 

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Well now, this was quite unexpected and so is that stain I made in my leggings.

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This is a marvelous view, but I think I’m going to be sick

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I’m not even sure what to say about this

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Well, I had to admit, these are not the building materials that would have first come to mind when asked about building a bridge

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Yep, feeling dizzy

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So, um, how does one go about making reservations to dine out there?

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A fine place to meditate

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Well now, this makes a bold statement as you enter the room

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Well Alley, for a time you were like a bird in flight. The landing needs a dash of work I’m afraid.

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Look, they were like this when I got here. I had nothing to do with it, I have no idea what happened, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I don’t know nothing, about what happened to these skeletons.

Ok fine! Don’t look at me like that! You’re the type of friend who will help me move bodies, right? We can use the shrubs over there until I can get a shovel.

More brilliant musings about my adventures in New Britannia

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