“Yep! Though I do need to make more than 40GP a year.”

'How much ya made so far?'

“Just the 4GP from the bird that you brought.”

'Anything I can do?'

'Apart from buy everything, obviously'

“Well… you could tell your friends about the stand.”

'Sure! Maybe ya need more signs as well?'

“That’s a good idea!”

'I got some wood for the signs, and there's paint in the clubhouse'

“Yeah! Let’s go get some!” Meepo runs outside to one of the drains.

Flint leaps down after him

Meepo runs to the clubhouse.

Flint wades after him

*gtg*

*byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!*

"I will show you a candy castle
A world of abominations
Just believe me
I can't lie..."

It sprung up without warning one day, deep in the woods. No one knew what to make of it. The obvious conclusion was that fey were involved, but there wasn't any hard evidence.

It is a candy castle, complete with a pastry-and-cracker village and villagers made of the sweet and savory. Salt licorice skies hang above the edible estate, a reminder of the pleasant wrongness of this place. The people are friendly, if curious, toward outsiders, and encourage visitors to meet with the Viscount, who lives within his castle. No mortal has ever returned from the castle... at least, not while remaining mortal.

They claim a menagerie of delicious monsters lie in wait inside, equipped with all the gut-ripping tools they need to secure their meals. Even worse, the manor is filled with traps, ranging from suspended fondue pots to crumbling waybread floor tiles that lead to pits filled with giant toothpicks. Or course, most of these are far out of the way so that the staff doesn't get hurt, but still...

Worst of all are the meals, they say, so delicious that you'll have a hard time even wanting to leave in the first place. Some suspect that many of the monsters are former adventurers that made a deal with the Viscount so that they never have to stop eating. Combine these delectable banquets with the size of the castle, and it is very easy to lose your way in this demented manor.

Will you trudge through the falling shaved ice under that salt-licorice night sky, or will you sit there, and never find out what lies inside?

The choice is yours. I know where I'm going.

The Candy Castle

*hi*

*anyone on?*

'Oh, cool riff!'

Flint is sat in a beat-up chair in the corner, which he considers to be 'his' chair. Hi is curled up on his lap