The Weaver And The WindChapter 20 The Greasy Wheel Gets Spun
Skaldale was a sleepy little village nestled in the midst of rolling hills. It would have been picturesque if it hadn't been raining so hard. The local inn was called The Golden Husk, and it sat on the far end of town from my approach. I saw a stable next to it and headed Slider there. He had finally gotten used to having a bridle and bit again. There wasn't a soul to be found in the stable, so I got Slider comfortable and in a stall before heading over to the inn. The rain at least was...