"Come in, travelers from afar. You need a place to rest, and I happen to have some vacant rooms and plenty of uneaten winter-stocked acorns. The acorns taste quite good, and if you like them, you can take some as gifts." The plump figure, no, the raccoon sidestepped and opened the door, making a gesture to invite Bartlett and the others in with its small paw.
The captain of the patrol, Milo, nodded at the raccoon and waved goodbye to everyone, "I have to go back. If you have any questions, you can ask Master Kade, the most knowledgeable elder in our village."
"I wouldn't say I'm knowledgeable, I've just lived a long time. Any creature that lives long enough will accumulate some survival experience, even a chicken. Huh? Why did I use a chicken as an example? Does that mean I want to eat a boiled egg?" The fat raccoon muttered to itself and ended up scratching its buttock.
