They walked away from the Inn of the Welcome Wench the next morning, with Garadun leading a chestnut mare carrying their gear. The mule must’ve had a draft horse for a mother because it was large and strong. Bigby lounged atop the saddlebags and waved to Bingle Boggleton, who waved farewell from the doorway. They’d only known the gnome illusionist and his apprentices for a week, but it was still sad to say goodbye.
They were rested and had full bellies to begin their day. Bigby was going to miss the Inn’s excellent food. Garadun had conjured the mule. He was also wearing a new pair of light cotton, dark grey pants over his grey boots, an off-white linen shirt and a dark blue silk sash around his waist; they’d done more shopping at the fair. This included, at his friend’s urging, a formal set of wizard’s robes and pointed hat. Cerathonil was clad in her usual travelling attire, including the cloak of elvenkind t