by Arcaii » Sun Oct 04, 2015 5:59 am
Choices:
1: What's a caravan?
2: What's a caravan?
3: Explain nomads
4: Where is it?
5: Where is it?
6: Explain nomads
7: What's a caravan?
Roll says... 2: What's a caravan?
"And what, exactly, is a caravan?" you say.
"It's a hostel," the molly that led you here says. She's curled up in one of the hollow nests. "A safe haven for wanderers."
"When nomads were in their heyday, large dens cropped up along the popular paths," Pretty Boy says. He looks wistful. "Saws - that's the owners - would have at least three cats living there permanently with them to hunt and collect herbs."
"They had medicine cats," you murmur to yourself. "That's sensible."
"They were usually stationary," Pretty Boy continues. "But sometimes the whole thing would move bi-annually so they wouldn't drain all the resources in their area. Some of them just kept moving, forming a huge group to travel across the world. They were the original caravans, but the name spread to every other hostel. Most of them are gone now, though."
"Hopefully Momma's is still up," mumbles a half-asleep cat in the corner.
"Of course it is," Pretty Boy says evenly. "That's where I'm sending him."
You start. "You're sending me to-"
"I know the exact route to her caravan." Pretty Boy gives you a smile of complete and utter contentment. "Momma is the perfect cat for you to meet. She has more knowledge of the routes than everyone here combined, including myself. If anyone will know about your home, it'll be her."
"You're positive?" you say. "I can't afford a dead end."
"If she doesn't know, then she'll know someone who does," offers the big white tom. "And she's nice, too. You'll like her."
You start to answer, but you look back up at the sky. "I need to get back to town."
"Come back when you have the time, Asterpaw, and I'll give you the directions," Pretty Boy says.
You nod. "I'll be back..."
As soon as possible.
Later tonight.
Tomorrow morning.