charissa1066 Posted October 2, 2010 Report Share Posted October 2, 2010 At the Feisty Chicken Tavern a wandering bard told an unlikely tale of a fruit he'd seen at the market in Tharbad. "About the size of a dwarf's fist," He said. "About as hard, too. But Oh... when you finally get inside there's a red juice that's red as blood and sweet as nectar. It's full of little seeds though." He laughed. "The lass selling the fruit told me, it won't grow here, no matter how many seed you plant. It needs the warmth and sun of the south." Link to post Share on other sites
