It's All In A Name: The Foxxfyrre Chronicles Episode Eight
The Foxxfyrre Chronicles Episode Eight Dinner With The Mayor It’s all in a name They departed the Inn with the morning fog still clinging to the thatched eaves. Foxxfyrre had his map at the ready, while Rennie, ever the quartermaster, had secured two wine-skins of fresh water and a pair of thick bacon butties for the hike. They moved past the short main street and onto a well-beaten path. The Weeping Hollows was a diverse study in topography. According to the Roman fresco back at the Inn, the coast was a jagged rim of bluffs protecting flat farmlands that bled into marshy hollows. However, Foxxfyrre’s map—the "true" map—dictated a much more rugged, vertical reality beyond the marshes. As they reached the edge of a crescent-shaped salt marsh, Foxxfyrre drew a penknife and carved a clean, deliberate X into the bark of a gnarled oak. Rennie watched the fox, his ears swiveling. "Breadcrumbs, mate?" "In a manner of speaking. Look at the architecture of the landscap...
