Overheard at the Stone’s Sorcerer Inn at Basilisk Bluff

“Lost one of my pigs yesterday. Again.” Cassius announced sourly to the table. There’d been a cold, soaking rain all day, making it a bad one for trying to bring in the harvest. The main room at the Stone’s Sorcerer was correspondingly overfull and stifling. “Not gonna make it through the winter if it keeps going like this, damn Gozreh’s smelly, frigid breath!”