Adamas

Adamas has his blanket sprawled on the flour and has commandeered a table to himself. He has not yet figured out that they are communal. The other patrons have not objected yet, probably because Adamas, even crouched in a blanket is taller than many of the aforementioned patrons, and certainly as wide as two or three of them. Or perhaps it has to do with warhammer resting closely by the wall, which is fully one and a half meter tall.

Adamas has a look of concentration in his face as he looks the map sprawled in front of him. It is obvious it is hand-made, and not in a good way. His jaw working on his Chewing Stones, making strange grinding noises in the process, Adamas harumphs and puts the map away. He is obviously not there yet.

The rest of the table is covered with the dishes of Adamas meal. There were two full plates of sausage and colcannon, followed by three slices of seasonal pie. The mug of melomel is also empty. All in all, an excellent meal. Not as spicy as a real Goliath meal, but Adamas, as a cook himself, approves mightily.

Taking his diary out, Adamas starts to write in less-than-perfect runes.

"Second day in Tamor Town. Food good. Secret of maps not yet found."

Frowning, he adds

"Have to find work. Strange coins less and less. Maps expensive"