Head down and hood up, pushing through general exhaustion and another one of those sudden rainstorms like the one that had struck on the night she came into Pumpkintown, Harriet nearly tripped over the Slab. An impressive feat, considering it was easily half as tall as she was; tall enough for Guffin to rest their chin on comfortably.
"Welcome to Slab Town," Guffin mumbled, voice limited by the pressure of the rock on their jaw, while resting their chin on the slab. "This is it!"
Harriet looked at the slab.
It was quite large. As well as being tall, it was easily large enough for the Pumpkintown Opry House to nest on top, with room for were-cottage hatchlings and the Pumpkintown General Store to come babysit. None of which was on top; only the words "WELCOME TO SLAB TOWN" chiselled in large letters.
"Where is the town?" Harriet asked, too exhausted to even show her frustration.
"Got smashed when the slab fell down," the damp and grimy goblin mumbled. "This was a quarry, and they left a little bit of rock behind to hold up the dirt. But dirt gets heavy when it's wet, and without the rest of the rock to hold it up, slab fell over. Smoosh."
"Then where do we sleep?"
Guffin shrugged. "There's caves underneath, if they haven't flooded in the rain. Or we can camp on top. The 'O' is surprisingly comfortable."
"Oh."
The creature took this as a choice, rather than incredulity, and made a surprisingly fast but deeply un-dignified scramble onto the top of the slab; hefting their backpack up and ascending in a scrabbling tangle of limbs and clanking of bits and bobs. With a soggy sigh, Harriet followed, using just a little stray mana to help with the jump. The top of the slab was exactly as it looked from the ground; mixed granite, carved rough, with dirt and bits of leaves here and there. WELCOME TO SLAB TOWN was indeed big enough to camp in, and the "O" in town at least had a little crack in the bottom of it, allowing water to run into the mysteries below instead of pooling.
"Now might be the time for a tent," Guffin prodded. "Unless you secretly enjoy being wet."
Harriet didn't enjoy anything for the most part, secretly or otherwise, and dutifully began scrambling in her own bag for tent poles and tarps. The goblin beastie dropped their own formidable bag, digging for the same. The mage watched incredulously as an umbrella emerged, patterened rainbow.
"You've had that the whole time?!" she snarled.
"What?" asked Guffin, flipping the umbrella open... and then open again... and then unrolled something else entirely, producing a smallish fold-out yurt in every possible color even between the first-visible rainbow stripes.
"You couldn't have sold me something like that?!" Harriet wailed.
"Don't have another one," Guffiin grinned. "I made this one, and no one else has ever wanted anything like it. Anyway, while you're finishing up with that, I'm going to take advantage of this rain and take a bath."
Curses echoed off the rock and a short distance into the dripping sky, though they were quickly washed away... along with the dancing sparks that went with it as the mage howled her frustrations to the wet and empty forest.