Taala

The first thing that Fion saw when the entered The Thristy Boar was a letter left on the counter for him. He took, it, poured a mug of ale and took his usual sit on the stage. He made to take his pipe and start smoking but seeing who it was he released the pipe from his grasp and kept reading, drinking the ale every now and then.

Owena’s sweet shop was small, homey, charming, and very, very crowded. She hadn’t expected such a group, but as she stayed around, it didn’t sound like it was an uncommon occurrence. However, the baker handled it well. At least, she dealt with the volume of customers well; she was, however, a tad naïve about some of the types in her shop. One, a drunkard, wandered into the back room and might have gotten into all sorts of mischief if he had not been so docile.

Found;

A minor setback.

Well, it's not so minor. It has the potential to be deadly in quite a major fashion if I'm not careful, but needs must!

Found:

Disquiet.

Found:

Great discomfort.

Found:

Toddir!

I finally made it back to the grotty little mud hole known as Bree-land! It's still brown. Oh, so very brown! Seriously, who on earth could have possibly come up with this many shades of brown? It's truly mind boggling how terribly dull everything is, like the people woke up one day with an obsession for soil with varying degrees of moisture within.

Ugh.

The afternoon sun was just past its pinnacle in the sky and on its way descending towards the horizon when it paused to shed light on the hard-working town of Trestlebridge. It brought forth sweat from the necks of carpenters sawing down lumber, glinted against the swords of guards practicing combat, and illuminated the anxious faces of mothers trying to feed their children with little in their larders.