You begin to prepare yourselves for the exodus from Dundraville… but you have a bit of a transportation problem. Dozens of books worth a small fortune and no viable means of transporting hundreds of pounds of the leather bound tomes. You have the ogre’s cart, but no horse to put before it.
Clay Paracook approaches you one day as you are ponder your conundrum.
“I have a proposition for you fine folk…
Dundraville ain’t exactly the city of Threshold… These people are simple country folk and aren’t likely to need fancy books, even assuming any of ’em could even read. Horses and ponies out here are more for pulling plowshares rather than transporting edel, or rather gentry, like yourselves.
But we may be able to help one another. Each year I travel to see family in Botkinburg in the North. But the roads aren’t the safest place for humble brewer so I usually have to wait til the summer caravans as passing through… safety in numbers, ya?. However, should you offer your protection as traveling companions, I may find some room on my cart for that overlarge chest full of books.
I shall get to my cousins early this year and be able to travel back before high summer. Not far out of the way is the library of Ferrantheim. It’s not a big city, but it does boast a monastery with a small guild of scribes as well a an hochschule… Sorry, I sometimes think in Ffolk when I don’t recall the Common word… a learning place.
The library might be the only place outside of Threshold where you’d get a reasonable sum for your paper weights…" he says with a guffaw. “So hows about it? I guide you to Ferrantheim and you accompany me to Botkinburg after…? My cousins have a tavern up there. It’s not big enough for hohe Männer inside… It was built for the Ffolk after all, but he does have a nice biergarten out front and the infamous hospitality of the Paracook volksstamme.”