"Boy, do I need a bath." Ogan flicked his ears back and then sneezed loudly. One of the mules roped behind sneezed, too. " I know, it's pretty bad." said Newt, beginning to laugh so hard it hurt.
He was very glad to be heading back towards the Gold Road. His reluctant adventure in the bowels of Fort Sutch, ( well, all of it hadn't been reluctant ) had boosted his self-confidence with it's successful conclusion. The item Bagamol-gro-Lorbgurnol had given him was beyond belief. To actually posses King Orgnum's Coffer ! Strange that it was in Cyrodil. He was aware that it could, and would disappear unpredictably, and he certainly didn't need the gold. But what a thrill to actually be able to touch a truly legendary artifact.
Newt loved the lore of Nirn, and as a bona-fide "Finder of Antiquities" spent most of his travel time lost in thought about the long history of Mundus. He knew that the Coffer had been seen in the past in the Summerset Isles and in High Rock. This might be the furthest east it had ever materialized. He imagined, though many times in the past it had been found by someone who never told anyone they had it.
Imagine being able to keep that secret. Bet no Wood Elf ever had it without telling someone!
To the south he could see a large estate. Pretty fancy place. I wonder what's going on here? Knocking on the ornate front door, it was answered by an attractive, richly dressed Dunmer woman. She had been civil, but hadn't invited him in. She had told him to help himself to anything from the extensive vegetable garden, though. As he was leaving, he had checked the several slave cabins on the property, but they all were empty. This is somewhat mysterious; maybe I'll stop here on my next trip east. Could be she is a widow in need of some......consolation.
According to the group of adventurers he had met in Cheydinhal, he was sure he was near the Tavern they had told him of. Continuing south and east, he entered a large meadow. In the distance he saw a thin curl of smoke rising. Campfire or Inn, I wonder. Getting closer, he saw a large building behing a huge spur of land. Closer still and he recognized the Brina Cross Inn. He had stayed there several times in the past, so he decided to stay again tonight and get that bath he so desperately needed. Unsaddling Ogan in the paddock, and removing the packs, kegs, and orange trees from his two mules, he and Jazz went inside. As usual, his old friend Cristophe Marane was behind the counter. It was a little known fact that Chris taught blunt weapon skill, and after his bath and a hearty meal, they had a vigorous practice session. Newt preferred bladed weapons, but he knew any skill learned would always prove useful. Afterwards, he and Arielle Jurard took a walk, as was their custom when he visited.
Rising early the next morning, Arielle brought him a message on a scroll from Foroch, the owner of Gottshaw Inn. He requested Newt visit at his first available opportunity to discuss a possible business deal. Foroch had considerable business savvy, so Chips decided to backtrack and go see him this very day.
Leaving his mules at Brina Cross, he and Ogan headed east at a gallop. Having been some time since letting Ogan have his way, Newt marvelled anew at the speed of his big black friend. " By Jephre, Ogan, you run like the very wind itself." Looking back, he could see Jazz falling steadily behind. "We'll let him catch up in a bit."
"Ok, Ogan. Thats enough for now. I'm gonna collect some plant materials, you can walk awhile, and fishface can catch up to us."
This section of the Gold Road was described as an Alchemist's Dream, and it truly was. Aloe Vera and Lady's Mantle grew in profusion in this area, excellent for making restorative potions.
Suddenly Newt noticed a dirt road leading into a large meadow towards a forested area in the distance. I've never seen this turnoff before, and I have passed this way, umm, at least a dozen times. This must be the way to the Tavern that group told me about! I've been all around it since leaving Fort Sutch! I wonder if they are there and how they are doing? I would like to get better aquainted with them, listen to their adventure stories, and I promised them an orange grove of their own !