Music for this scene: Remember

The golden clip shone as it caught the light.    It’s circular shape, with delicate detailing representing a bright sun filled her small hand.

          House Bar-en-Acharn rode out from Stock at dawn the next morning, after another standing breakfast and settling accounts with the innkeeper.  Lancogard’s fears vanished, and Applecider giggled when Seregrían bade Ostler Chubb set a tankard on the bar – and poured into it the contents of her p

The Dwarves of Othrikar swiftly gathered to meet the approaching threat. An elven huntress stood beside their archers on the walls, and Thordralin, Frimsi, and the Halfling Passerose joined the defense of the gate. All of them rallied in uncommon unity against the threat. They gathered, secure within the walls, and awaited for a command to attack.

The crowd shouted the word in near unison, fists raised, eyes glowering. 

“Too many Big Folk lurching about!”, Postmaster Proudfoot proclaimed, stepping out of the Postal Hole and slamming the round door behind him. 

Oh sing to me another song,
Of flowers and battles won,
For I have grown to love them so,
To hear the deeds he's done,

I met him by the barrel's head,
We laughed and drank and sighed,
He told me tales that broke my heart,
Of those, his friends, who died,

(Continued from "A Finch's Beginnings: A Woman Named Averill - Part the Second".)

The cold wind licked the earth and shook the burnt banners and tents that remained standing. The once great fort now stood abandoned and even colder than it was, it also seemed scarier and darker, but it was the only place that the tribesmen could camp on their journey. They were all huddled between the burnt buildings at a distance from the gates.