After the usual pleasantries and coins traded for Garths famous bison stew and mead, Rane sets a brand new tome on the bar and has a seat. "I been thinkin Garth." The bronze dragon kin says between bites. "We got this ice and snow covered road problem just like all the folks on the isle." Rane pauses and taps two fingers on the new tome. "I got a solution for travel."
Rane takes a slug of mead, grins and slides the book in Garths direction. "Figure it be a real good idea if it comes from Mayor Garth of Wharftown."
Clearly Rane has reasons for sharing his big idea with Garth. Might be they continue the conversation quietly or elsewhere or just as out loud as usual. That would be up to Garth. //Please let me know when Garths is available