Almost two centuries have passed since the mysterious tragedy of the Poseidon's Fury left its entire crew slaughtered without a trace of the assailant. Only a single shred of evidence remains - a cursed scroll clutched in the captain's severed hand...
From a nearby meadow, the companions saw activity in the sunlight—a family working together—the father checking fences while the sons carried bales. Nearby, a daughter milked their only cow, its tail swaying gently.
Despite the passing day, the lives along the rough path continued their rural routines. Smoke rose from hearths and cooking fires, providing comfort and nourishment to the community. The village, with its warm atmosphere, attracted the companions, promising rest and food at the end of their journey.
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(Rural outskirts of Kalymnos)
Guided by Chrysomallo, the group made their way towards the central green, where they saw a large wooden structure emitting a lot of smoke and voices. "There, I think, is the inn," she said.
As they got closer, they heard whispered conversations and lively lyre music coming from the open windows. A sign with a carved message reading "INN OF KALYMNOS" swung gently in the morning wind.
Climbing the old stone steps, the travellers pushed open the strong oak door. Inside, the innkeeper polished mugs near the warm fireplace while customers chatted over their drinks and food.
Sitting on well-used benches, the friends breathed in the smell of rosemary-scented stew and fresh-baked bread. They eagerly dug into their meals and felt content as warmth spread through their bodies.
"I can't think of anything better than a hot meal after a morning of wandering," said Ikkos, wiping his mouth with his robe.
Themistonoe smiled. "Indeed, and the friendly atmosphere here is a true blessing. Fortunately, this village welcomes all travellers, regardless of their background."
Between bites, Chrysomallo opened her map to study the area. "Now, I suggest we start by asking people around us. Those with practical skills usually understand the locals better."
Dex nodded. "A wise plan. Caravos tends to keep to himself, but regular people might have seen where he lives."
Mnesarete sipped her broth thoughtfully. "Even hermits get involved in village matters when necessary. Someone is likely to have had interactions with our elusive contact."
Once they finished their meals, Ikkos let out a satisfied sigh. "With food in our bellies and walls around us, worries go away! But our curiosity motivates us to continue our search this morning. I have a feeling that luck is on our side."
His excitement made everyone smile. With full stomachs and renewed energy, the friends started talking to the locals, having conversations at the tables and bar. The cheerful lyre music and foot stomping were replaced with quieter discussions illuminated by flickering lamplight.
Making their way through the experienced local people, each friend looked for information in their own way. Ikkos charmed farmers, exchanging stories of good harvests and woodcutters reminiscing about successful hunts.
