Bluestone, a town full of interviews!

My housing situation resolved itself. I just kept following Skarra and she didn't seem to mind. We booked a room with two separated beds, bought ourselves a late night meal and went to sleep. When I woke up the next morning she was gone, but her luggage (a bow and arrow she had out of wood while we were "snailing towards Bluestone" and her other weapon) was still leaned against her bed frame.

Man, I really have to pay her back some day. I got an idea. I will ask where the final station of her journey is and use my item to find a way to it. This way nobody knows that I got the map.

Ok, so that is gonna be the plan for the next time I meet her.

As I walk down the stairs to the main hall the innkeeper spikes up a conversation with me. Apparently having to watch the door all morning gets boring fast. After a little back and forth he agreed to have part of the conversation recorded as the following interview.

B - Bartender N - Nothol

B: By the way ya companion seems to have left a note for ya

N: Really? Were.

B rubs his brows with his index finger.

B: On your forehead.

N touches his forehead.

N: Oh, and what stands there?

B: Have to do something. Try not to bother others.

N: I would never. Well anyway, what interesting things can you tell me.

B: Nothin interesting appens in these parts. Our town is just an anchor point for trading ships traveling the 'Emse' towards Yoten. We ave good cheese tho.

From outside the inn a loud commotion starts. It's hard to understand what the Bartender is saying over all this bellowing.

N: What's happening there?

B: Go and look, why don't cha?

N: Well, Ok, anyway thank you for the interview.

After this short "interview" with the bartender I left the inn to see what this commotion was all about. People on the street were beating the shit out of each other. They were mostly ogres, but I spotted some humans and beastkin as well. After some time of observing them I noticed that there seems to be rules to the fighting. If a person goes down, others stop attacking them. Only hit someone if that person can see you and always fight one on one. I must admit, despite my aversion to violence, the scene was quite fascinating. Luckily one of the ogres, that were counted out, agreed to talk to me, if I treat them to a beer. He was almost as big as the chief is ... was, littered with scars on his bald head, but tuskless. AS far as I know that indicates either a crime or that he became a father recently.

B -Boglie, the Ogre N - Nothol

N: So tell me, what is happening here?

B: And you write my answer down?

N: Yup.

B: Man o Man, makes you feel important.

N: Well then, the stage is yours.

B: Well, that is a long story. Bluestone is the biggest town around the 'Emse' so we ...

N: Isn't Yoten the biggest?

B: Pah. Yoten? Only you foresters can talk such nonsense. Everybody knows that they cheated the last census.

N: I smell a scandal. Tell me where does this juicy information come from?

B: That's common knowledge here.

N: Alright, alright ... my bad for getting my hopes up. Let's talk about the riots outside.

B: Riots are a bit exaggerated. People argue, people fight, you know how it is Mr. Interviewer.

N: Call me Nothol.

B: That won't do. Nothol already belongs to my third nephew, you can't have him as well.

N: What about Noth?

B nods.

B: That's sound. Nice to meet you Noth. I am Boglie.

N: Pleased to make your acquaintance, but let's stay on topic. Why do you guys beat each other to a bloody pulp?

B: Ogre Tradition

N: And the town is fine with that?

B: Once a week we are allowed to rough each other up for two hours. You should try it as well, it builds character.

N: I'm good, but thank you for the interview.

After the second interview I was scouring the town to find someone who could either provide an interesting third one or help me earn some money. I circled the heaps of bodies, trying to strangle each other and made my way along the main alley that would lead me to the pier. The other inhabitants of the town really didn't seem to mind the roughhousing. I even heard a few people cheering. Also I encountered one group that seemed to bet on certain fights.

After crossing a few streets I picked up on a loud dispute that echoed from an alley. My mother always told me "don't spy on other people you little tyke", but she wasn't there so I might as well. I sneaked towards the junction into the alley, hid around the corner and eves and eavesdropped. The people arguing were three men and it turns out they were talking about us, or Skarra to be more precise. One of them said they had to watch out for that "darkling girl" not to interfere with some sort of brewing operation. Guess they were producing drugs or something of the like.