The
tavernkeeper still got ears to bend and eyes to widen
from the telling of the tale, though the night that spawned it was
years past. Travelers from nearby Burrengard and even the Port of
Sakkersly beyond still came to his ramshackle roadside inn to hear
the story of the Flying Ship. The strange tale of the the Elfin
Princess and her magic bracer, the steel Golem that had attacked her,
and the band of adventurers - strangers in the tavern until the
fighting started - who had saved her. And the strangest part of
all, the massive ship that sailed not on waters but on the air, that
gathered the Princess and her new allies up and flew them off to the
stars.
Sometimes
a merchant or a sellsword would challenge the truth of tale, to which
the innkeep could only shrug. Most, though, listened to his story
with bent ear and wide eyes, as if it had really happened. For indeed
it had.
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