#brightwindsbarony

No no nnno... this isn't happening... but it is! As Cliff's food truck gets a flat

Frustrating on a number of levels. He pulls out his phone and texts for roadside assistance.

No way is he going to change his himself.

It'll be ten minutes

He can wait.

A motorcyle drives nearby, then slows downn..then backs up

Cliff is wary, watching.

A satyress of greater girth rolls back "Hey baby cakes..., you okay?"

He nods; yes, he's fine.

"If you're sure.. " She eyes him "You a local?"

She's got this whole biker Earth mother vibe going. Her horns are cute litle crescents

He nods again; he's local. If she is, she might recognize the food truck.

Probably not the most objectionable satyr he's ever met.

"You know a place where a sophisticated broad like myself could rest for the night?"

Cliff clears his throat and tries to be audible. "You mean a Freehold?"

"Sure.. "

He nods and gives directions to the Barony seat.

"Thanks, baby. I'm Sweet .... Sweet Caroline Bumbumbum" The satyress actually says the bumbumbum as if it were a surname "I'd strike up more of a convo, but I think your road repair is about to arrive." She eyes the food truck, memorizing "Hope to see you around. "

"Anytime." he says politely. "Drive safe."

"Mmm" She notices he doesnn't give a name, but then, she didn't ask so.. off she revs and goes

And his repair service pulls up

Cliff hails the truck and he steps out so the guy can change the tire.

Soon enough, it's back on, and he's ready to go- if a bit shorter on cash

Cost of doing business..... and he continues on Gotta bring in more cash.

He gets in the vehicle and drives off. If he's lucky, he'll cash in on a sports event and it's crowd