Fresh Meat in Waterdeep


At times, one or another member of the Local 509 deigns to sit down and talk casually with me. They already know what to expect from these conversations. I ask about their past, their adventurers and record my narative as they speak. I wish to make it clear; these are NOT the words they used. Where as they regard wonders as commonplace and ignore the commonplace altogether, I cast their words into a more narative form and try to convey how I would regard these event . I collect these and from them, form these shortened stories.  
Some have asked how I am able to perform this research without hands. In a word the answer is "Magic".
There is much less conversation and  description, but you must remember that these are almost conversational in nature and not polished prose. That is not to say that they are "raw"; I have edited them considerably from the original recorded conversations. Still, they will seem somewhat lifeless.  I hope to "flesh them out" someday, but it is most important now to simply record them as best I can. I only hope that you find them of some interest. I do!

Castle Waterdeep and the great walled city that surrounds it had been visible for some time. As Krom, Cappy and Galranwyn approached from the North, the details of the city became more visible and all they could talk about were the wonders they could see in the distance and what they would do when at last they were within the City of Splendors.

It was with a festive mood that they arrived in the open area that surrounds the city walls. There were many vendors here offering an eye catching variety of goods. Some stood with their buy waggons big and small while others did little but put up a brightly colored flag to attract attention. Some sellers would walk toward the trio inviting them to look at their goods or buy the morsel of food they offered. Krom bought one of everything he was offered and ate it quickly without breaking his stride. One of the vendors had a flat bed waggon stacked with half a dozen great kegs from which they drew a variety of beers. At Krom's insistance they stopped while he bought two great flaggons of a black brew they called Stout. Krom drank the first in a single draught and brought forth a large and satisfied belch as they filled his flaggon a second time. With a happy smile on Krom's face (and an impatient one on the face of Galranwyn) they continued toward the massive gate in the city wall.

The great North gate stood open as usual in the daylight hours. The guards at the gate ovserved them closely and one of them made note as they passed. They passed through the gate house and felt a little intimidated at the many fortifications they found inside. The murder holes, visible trap doors in the ceiling all combined to chill their blood at the thought of attempting to assail such a place!

At the other side, they were stopped by a officer of the guard who asked them their names and advised them that the gates would close but could be opened  if they needed to leave after dark. The three were sufprised that they were not asked to pay a toll to enter.