War Declared

[BrokenDreamer]

Upon the insects, that is. Patrons, employees, and food stores alike have been assulted by the vast quantity of all that crept or flew. Having been home for but a few days, it seemed that the tavern owner was already rather annoyed with their seige upon the building.

To war!

From the rafters, along with D'ran's many lanterns, were hung bundles of basil and mint. There was sage and chamomile too, all togehter a pleasing odor to human noses but bitter to that of the creepies and the crawlies. Hung in windows and within the rooms of patrons as well, sleep shall soon be a more peaceful things to those under the Broken Dagger's roof.

The staff of the tavern would be armed as well with oils to tab upon their flesh, to save them from a collection of bug bites. These were the creation of either pennyroyal or sassafras, what ever could be found.

The stores of food were to be protected too, most easily the flour and other grains kept. Kitchen staff would soon find small bags of bay leaves in pepper to keep the weevils out.

There was one more trick up the clever Molly's sleeve ... And it was likely poor D'ran who would be sent to run this errand again. To wade along the shore of Silver Lake for the collection of cattails to dry. These were dried and soon set to burn in safe dishes about the building, their wafting smoke aiding in this battle.