The Road to Saltmarsh

[Garrett Voltaire]

Garrett looked up from his scribing and broke into a wide smile when he laid eyes on Rasc. Hello there! Oh neat, you're a rabbit-kin aren't you? What a fortuitous meeting! I've never encountered one of your people outside of a tome illustration before. The young man started drawing something in his book as he continued talking. It's not my first time out of the city, but it is my first foray into Saltmarsh and its surroundings. After a few more minutes, Garrett put down his quill and showed Rasc a rough yet fairly accurate sketch of the harengon, alongside today's date, before closing the book up with a solid thwump. Oh where are my manners? Garrett Voltaire, apprentice mage, at your service. The owl acknowledged the rabbit with a slight nod of its head, then went back to gazing stoically at its surroundings.