Session 2: Leaving Nook
The old halfling shuffled around his little cell, his bare feet quiet against the cold stone. Stopping by the tiny window, he tilted his head up, squinting at the full moon hanging fat and bright behind the iron bars. “Mockin’ me again, are ya?” he muttered with a wry smirk. “All free and floatin’ up there while I’m stuck down here. Typical.”
With a soft sigh, he wandered back to his creaky bunk and flopped down, staring at the ceiling for a moment before a familiar scurrying sound drew his attention. A little rat climbed onto his chest, its beady eyes twinkling in the dim light. “No treat tonight, Roslynn,” he said with a chuckle, scratching the creature’s head. “But I’ll tell ya what. I’ll give you a story. Did I ever tell you about the first time I left Nook?”
The rat twitched her nose, settling in as Finn began, his voice colored with nostalgia and just a touch of regret.
“I should’ve known better than to hook up with those two fools. But the itch to leave Nook was too strong, and once I’d said my goodbyes to Willa and Kip, there was no turnin’ back. So there I was, standin’ in the middle of the night outside the cockfight arena, waitin’ on Jonathan and Inez. They’d made plans, you see. Grand plans. But me? I was feelin’ like a real ripe fool when nobody showed up. Must’ve been standin’ there an hour before I finally decided to pack it in and head home.
“But just as I was about to leave, I spotted somethin’—or someone—slumped in an alley nearby. Inez. Fancy travelin’ clothes covered in dirt, tear tracks still fresh on her face. She looked small, curled up like that, clutchin’ her bag like it was all she had left in the world. ‘What in the blazes…’ I muttered, walkin’ over. I shook her shoulder, called her name, but she didn’t wake up. At first, I thought she was sleepin’. Then I thought—poisoned? Cursed? Dead?” He gave a little shiver. “My stomach was doin’ flips, Roslynn. So, what’d I do? Poured water all over her face, naturally.”
He chuckled at the memory. “She woke up splutterin’ and flailin’ like a fish outta water. I just smirked at her. ‘Finally. Thought I’d have to drag you outta here like a sack of spuds.’ She glared at me, all sputterin’ protests, but I told her plain as day: ‘What were you thinkin’? Sleepin’ out here in the muck, all painted up like a fancy doll? You’re lucky I found you before someone else did.’ I hauled her to her feet, mutterin’, ‘C’mon, let’s find Jonathan before this night gets any worse.’ But, oh, Roslynn, it did get worse.”
He rubbed his face, sighing. “We went to the Wickham cottage—Jonathan’s place. Dark as a tomb, of course. So I knocked. His da answered, mad as all hell for bein’ woken up, and wouldn’t even let us see Jonathan. Inez wanted me to break in. Break in! Into a house full of people. That’s askin’ for a knock on the noggin’, I told her. But before I could talk sense into her, Jonathan’s granddad shows up. Old man in his robes, spoutin’ off about moon rituals and glowin’ rocks. Inez was eatin’ it up like a halfling who missed second breakfast. Me? I just wanted to get Jonathan and get outta there. When the old coot started openin’ his robes to show Inez his ‘glowin’ stones,’ I grabbed her and hightailed it.”
He paused, shaking his head. “We tried knockin’ again, and this time the whole family spilled out—kids everywhere, Roslynn. More than Old Grint’s orphanage! Jonathan finally showed up, arguin’ with his da about leavin’. His da said he could leave, but didn’t even wanna give him his travel pack. Pure spite, that was, showing a halfling the door without his lunch! Meanwhile, Inez decided to impress the Wickham kids by conjurin’ a glowin’ piglet in her hands. Not sure what that was supposed to accomplish, but the kids loved it.”
Finn chuckled again, the sound low and gravelly. “And just when I thought we could finally leave, we heard someone callin’ for Inez. Her parents had sent people lookin’ for her! We had to scram, but Jonathan didn’t have his rations. So we raided the Wickham veggie patch. I grabbed some carrots—good, solid food. But those two posh fools? They went for courgettes! Each managed to grab one before we had to run.”
He grinned. “Then we heard someone callin’ for Inez. Turns out her parents had sent people lookin’ for her. We had to scram fast, but Jonathan didn’t have his rations, so we raided the Wickham veggie patch. Now, I grabbed carrots—good, solid food—but those two posh fools went for courgettes. Courgettes, Roslynn! And they only managed to grab one each before we had to run.”
Finn sighed and leaned back against the cold wall. “We got outta Nook, and I had to lend Inez my hat and coat so she wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb. But once we were clear, Jonathan started whinin’ about bein’ hungry. Typical halfling. Inez pulled out these fancy rations wrapped in green-and-white cloth with a bird logo. The smell of those muffins, Roslynn, I’ll never forget it. Thought I could resist, but my own rations suddenly seemed like garbage next to that heavenly scent.”
He paused, a wistful smile on his face. “The road wasn’t any easier. Inez was wearin’ heeled boots, for cryin’ out loud, and Jonathan was useless. We made camp that night, and those two wanted me to make courgette cookies for dinner. Courgette cookies! Of course, they were half-burnt, half-raw, but at least my stew turned out decent. Inez pulled out wine and a tent fit for a princess. Book girl might be posh, but she’s got taste.”
“The next morning, we set off again. By midday, we found the moonstone field Jonathan’s mad granddad had gone on about. The glowin’ stone was there, just as he said. But then we spotted somethin’—an owlbear chick. Now, Roslynn, let me tell ya somethin’. You don’t pick up fluffy critters in the wild. Their mama’s always nearby, and she’ll take your hand clean off if you’re not careful. Did Inez listen? Of course not. She picked up that chick like it was a kitten.”
Finn sighed dramatically. “And wouldn’t ya know it? Mama showed up. She rushed Inez, nearly took her face off. Jonathan—bless his bumblin’ soul—tried talkin’ to the owlbear. I’ll let you guess how that went. I took matters into my own hands and shanked the beast. Owlbear jerky’s some of the best, after all. But then the other two insisted on takin’ the chick with us. I told them chick-on-a-stick made a fine dinner idea. Inez didn’t take kindly to that.”
The old halfling scratched the rat’s head, his tone turning darker. “We pressed on, chasin’ this nonsense about moonstones. Found another field, then another—this one lined with black stone pillars. Ominous as all hell. Still no moonstones. And then—Jonathan, bless his idiot soul—fell down a hill and rolled straight into a massive spiderweb. Giant spiders, Roslynn. Big enough to eat a halfling in one bite.
“Inez—genius that she is—lit a torch to help. But she set the whole forest on fire! Flames every which way, spiders crawlin’ out to eat us, Jonathan stuck in the webs like a fly. I tried cuttin’ him loose, but the webs were tougher than steel. So I grabbed Inez’s torch and burned him free. Then we ran. Ran like the Nine Hells were nippin’ at our heels.”
He leaned back, letting out a long breath. “We didn’t stop until we found another field, exhausted and singed. Made camp there and slept like the dead. And that, Roslynn,” he said, scratching her under the chin, “was just the beginnin’. But I’ll save the rest for another night. Can’t give away all my tales at once, can I?”
Finn smirked, closing his eyes as the rat scurried up to perch on his shoulder. “Plenty more where that came from, love. Just you wait.”
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