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It was early evening. I had prepared myself to go down to the Hall and maybe have something from the kitchens. Not that I was hungry really, but I wanted to see if anyone was around. I wanted to know if there was word of the hunt Ethel had ridden on.
"The East Wall, the mountain range due east of Faldham that marked our border towards Nen Hithoel, had been the talk of the town for the past day or two. Hunters and peasants alike in the area had heard screams of battle and terror echo from the mountain top, and many had seen starved and wounded orcs flee in terror down the mountain, only to be cut down or shot by the patrols upon the fields.
I had been dreaming. It was one of those dreams where I felt warm and safe, where I had been smiling rather a lot. It was a dream about a blanket and laying as close to the edge as I could, looking outwards. It ended with me being wrapped up in the middle and unable..unwilling to escape because I was laughing so much.
((This is another point of view, from the NPC named O, I role played in a small event regarding the life of Wealden and Yllfas characters. This is a story from another point of view from Oaths upon oaths.))