The sun shone brightly on the town of Little Portshaw. A tiny secluded fishing village on the coast south of Belgrath. A light breeze blew in from the south-east, good fishing conditions for the life blood of Little Portshaw. The little village is not wealthy and has little coin to go around but for a single trader ship that goes by their little hamlet and buys their fish and in turn trades tools and other supplies. Travelers are fairly common though and make up some for the rest of the impoverished economy. Every family and person who lived there had to work to survive so everyone worked a trade.
The village has little in the way of accommodation besides its single Tavern and Inn, The Flying Ship Inn. It's the place most of the workers and fishermen go for their meals and booze after a hard days work and has many local regulars. Besides its small goods market most of the coin in the village flows through that Inn who in turn buys from the market for its supplies.
Sometimes on very happy occasion a voyaging trade ship ripe with goods will discover their village and that is a time of great economic activity. the villagers have the opportunity to present their trades and to potentially buy better equipment or supplies. It's also a time where the Inn gets the most activity, from sailors ready for a bed that's set on a solid floor, food not heavily salted for preservation, and booze that hasn't grown stale. Besides the employees nobody lived in the rooms so they always had space for a crew.
This is the little village that Eryn grew up in, and that Inn has long been her home. During the day business was slow with only a few regulars who either worked the meager farmlands or the few who worked in the market place or their trade from their homes. The evening is when the fishermen returned from work and that is when the good business began.
But it was around noon and there wasn't a soul at the Inn but Eryn and her manager, Daren. A grizzled veteran soldier and sailor.
He turned to Eryn as she swept the floor.
"Eryn. I'm making a trip to Big Portshaw on business tomorrow. I'll be back in a few days. You can handle the Inn till then, right?"
Eryn paused for a second and nodded. It was very rare that he left the Inn in her care and she saw every time as an opportunity to prove her competence to him.
"Yes sir. You can count on me!"
Smiling One
The village has little in the way of accommodation besides its single Tavern and Inn, The Flying Ship Inn. It's the place most of the workers and fishermen go for their meals and booze after a hard days work and has many local regulars. Besides its small goods market most of the coin in the village flows through that Inn who in turn buys from the market for its supplies.
Sometimes on very happy occasion a voyaging trade ship ripe with goods will discover their village and that is a time of great economic activity. the villagers have the opportunity to present their trades and to potentially buy better equipment or supplies. It's also a time where the Inn gets the most activity, from sailors ready for a bed that's set on a solid floor, food not heavily salted for preservation, and booze that hasn't grown stale. Besides the employees nobody lived in the rooms so they always had space for a crew.
This is the little village that Eryn grew up in, and that Inn has long been her home. During the day business was slow with only a few regulars who either worked the meager farmlands or the few who worked in the market place or their trade from their homes. The evening is when the fishermen returned from work and that is when the good business began.
But it was around noon and there wasn't a soul at the Inn but Eryn and her manager, Daren. A grizzled veteran soldier and sailor.
He turned to Eryn as she swept the floor.
"Eryn. I'm making a trip to Big Portshaw on business tomorrow. I'll be back in a few days. You can handle the Inn till then, right?"
Eryn paused for a second and nodded. It was very rare that he left the Inn in her care and she saw every time as an opportunity to prove her competence to him.
"Yes sir. You can count on me!"
Smiling One