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. The young knight had
come to Istar three days earlier to learn the truth.
"My apologies, Master Tremaine. Have you decided to
take your meal here? We've not seen you since you arrived.
My wife and daughters fear you find something amiss with
their cooking."
Arryl had no desire to talk about either food or the
innkeeper's family, especially where Master Brek's
daughters were concerned. Like many a woman, they were
taken with the young knight's handsome, albeit cool, visage
and his tall, well-honed form. Arryl in no way encouraged
them and, in point of fact, found the thought of mixing base
desires with his holy trek to Istar sacrilegious.
"I have come merely to ask some information of you
before I retire for the day."
"So early? It is barely dark, Master." Brek thought the
knight a little odd. It was clear that the innkeeper either had
forgotten or had never been told by his grandfather about
the daily rituals of a Solamnic Knight.
Arryl frowned. He wanted answers, not more questions
about his personal habits. "I saw a man arrested by the city
guard, a man who had simply been standing by his cart and
selling fruit. I have made purchases myself from him in the
past day
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