OOC: Brief recall of past events from the last few days.
A town of mad hounds and rumormongers, they said.
Of the poor and the unsavory, they said.
Where the Watch was oft scattered in thin numbers and the mayor was loath to fund their equipment, they said.
A year had it been since the Half-mad Huntress had trod the dusty cobblestone and old dirt paths, and it was relieving to her to know that most, if not all of the populace, had forgotten the escapades of a lost young woman who was foolish enough to presume herself self-sufficient.
