You have arrived in the town of Sydil after a long journey. The Time is 8:00 AM. 

You hear various birds chirping and men and women walking back from the well with water. Some children are playing in the grass on the road side. You hear music coming from the town square. A see smoke coming from a particular hut.

Exposition from the recruitment thread:

 EDIT: What do you do?

Skriiod enters the town, heading to the town square to listen to the music, he will will take a seat nearby, looking to the flags and banners. He sighs as he rests from his travels to get here.

Skriiod is a Golden Scaled dragonborn, he is wearing chainmail and has a shield on his back with the symbol of Bahamut on it, his holy symbol hangs from his neck on view for everyone to see, his longsword is kept in its scabbard whilst he walks around the town.

Skiirod hears the bards sing songs about an ancient half-orc warrior. However you are having a little trouble picking out specifics of the tale due to the noise the children are making.

On the outskirts of town, a figure walks down the streets towards the center of town. It is small, seemingly just shy of four feet tall, and as it walks it's legs seem to rise too high each stride, almost as though it was trying to climb up a fight of stairs that is there. With the sun behind, the figure looks wrong. It is like it has too much body for it's legs, like a misshapen ball of clay help up on a pair of sticks. 

As it draws nearer you can see the figure more clearly. It is an aarakocra, very short of stature but with a relatively stocky build for its race. It has dark reddish-brown colours from the top of it's brow, down it's neck and across it's shoulders and wings before turning to black at the tips. It holds its wings partway out like it is about to spread them and leap into the air, the tips flicking out as something catches it's attention. The plummage of it's face and chest is grey, dark towards the top and gradually growing lighter. The underside of it's wings are a muted white, speckled with strips of brown and dark grey. It's golden eyes constantly dart around, seemingly not looking out for anything but more distracted by all that is going on around. On it's back it carries a backpack covered in pits and pieces that are strapped to it, from a bedroll to a length of rope to a stack of javelins seemingly jammed in wherever they will fit. The backpack combined with it's wings gives the aarakocra it's odd silhouette. Strapped around it's hips is a belt that is far to big for it, with a few feet of extra leather wrapped around itself and then dangling down around it's feet. Tucked into the belt are three axes, two smaller that look like everyday tools and one larger that is clearly built to chop flesh.

As the aarakocra strolls along, it tries to copy the noises of the birds around it. It pays no attention to to where it is going or who is in it's way. People weave out of it's way as this small bundle enters into the town square.

Arriving in town is a young high elven woman. She is wearing a set of clothes showing a traveller who had come from a fair distance away. She keeps her golden blond hair tied up in a high pony tail. Upon her person she has a backpack of an explorer and a shortsword sitting in a scabbard at her hip, which bobs lightly with the skip in her step.

As she gets near the crowd, she turns to one of the locals. "Good morning, sir. Could you tell me if this is Sydil? I was told it was the next village along the trail." She speak with a somewhat enthusiastic tone, quite chipper for such an early morning.

With heavy, plodding footsteps appropriate for his stout stature and chainmail ringing its tone, Gymgiel walks into Sydil. It had been a long journey but he had finally made it to his destination. He took a deep breath of the air, taking in the sounds of children playing and bards singing. He could get used to this. A smile crept his face. What a lovely town. 

Gymgiel is a dwarf and a devout of Lathander. He has his symbol both on an amulet and built into his shoulder pauldron. He also carries a book of scriptures attached to his belt.

Belgrax, a massive black scaled dragonborn towering at six foot seven with a thick neck, incredibly broad shoulders, and a thick muscular build hidden underneath a black gambeson and a chain surcoat tightened at the waist with a belt carrying two hand axes and a heavy pack on his back. He walks into the town and his green eyes catch the smoke coming from the hut, frowning in curisity he walks towards it.

A few children gather around Folki and stare at him. It seems that his rather short stature and odd attire has got them curious. Though you get the feeling that they have seen your kind before. Among the children, a tiefling boy asks you, "Why are you carrying that huge bag, sir?"

The local tells Elsara, "You've come to the right place lass. Welcome to Sydil, humble town of Wylan. Enjoy your stay." The locals seem like a friendly bunch.

While Gymgiel walks, he notices a halfling stop to look at him.

As Belgrax gets closer to the hut, he can hear a loud rhythmic clanking sound accompanied by the smell of burning coal and hot iron. The sound is of a metal object forcefully hitting another metal object. The hut is located in the yard of a two-storied house. The yard is surrounded by a 4ft wall of common stone. A sign that reads "Armory" is attached to the left of the door to the building.

The huge smile never retreating from his face, Gymgiel waved to the halfling. "Hail there! Lathander be praised, what a beautiful day!"

"Thank you very much." Elsara says to the local, giving him a bow of gratitude. She then merrily skips into the village towards the central plaza, taking in the names of the shops and other businesses nearby while trying to not bump into anyone as she travels.

Gymiel: "Well met, devout of Lathander. It is a fine day. You look quite familiar. Where are you from?"

"Why, I am from Camenose Village, friend. Born and raised." Gymgiel decided now would be a good time to wander over to the halfling, rather than have a conversation from midway across the road.

Belgrax walks into the establishment, looking around curiously. Might as well make a new friend, he thinks to himself, assuming that the clanging is coming from the smith. "Ho, there good smith," 

Very pleased with being called sir, and completely ignoring that the tiefling was taller, and most likely older, than him Folki said slowly in a soft voice;

"Well my young boy, I spend my life travelling a lot and so need to carry all of my things with me as a I go"

As he says this he awkwardly slips the backpack off, getting it tangled in his wings and bumping into several passerby's. He reaches into the top and starts to fumble around.

"And of course I need to have enough space to carry all of these..."

With that he pulls his hand out of the backpack. He is holding onto three small wooden carvings. One is a badger, one a raven and the other a river otter. He hands them to the children around him and then pulls out even more so that they all have one.

Having rested for a minute Skriiod stands from his seat, he rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck to relieve pressure before walking over to the building with the flags and banners on it, he heads to the door to get a better look, to see if he can figure out what it is from the outside before trying to head inside.

Belgrax: Behind the counter is a half-elf female. She says, "Hello. You're a new face here. My husband is still busy making weapons and armor in the yard. Would you care to take a look at our wares?" (DM: I'm not going to tell you how to play but can you please change your text color to something darker? I have trouble reading it against the white background)

Folki: The children all stare at the wooden carvings with interest. Suddenly, a little human girl says, "Can I have one?". Suddenly all the children start shouting and wanting one too.

Elsara: The town is small and it's people all know eachother well. Not many shops have signs. The only ones you detect are the armory and a guesthouse. The local constabulary also has a sign over its door. Other than that, you also notice a bakery and a bookshop that also doubles as a school. They don't have any signs however.

Gymgiel: "Cantadel? That's why you looked familiar. My son lives there and I often visit him. I must have seen you a lot of times there." The halflings laughs.

Skiirod: The building is to the right of the town square. It seems to be the house as well as the office of the town leader.

"Yeh probably have! I apologize for not recognizing yeh, I am not so good with faces. I would love to stay and chat, but I'm afraid I've business at the Adventurer's Guild headquarters. Can yeh point me in the right direction?"

Skriiod knocks on the door of the house, hoping that this is the best way to get answers.

Folki continues to pull carving after carving out of his rucksack. After about twenty he runs out. Still swamped by the children, he tries to think about to do.

An idea enters his head and without a moments hesitation he turns and runs towards the huge oak tree in the center of the square. Reaching into his rucksack as he runs, he pulls out a small leather roll and then throws the rucksack down at the base of the tree. He spreads his wings out and uses them to leap up into the large branches of the tree. Pulling out one of the small axes around his waste he chops of several medium sized branches and then starts to rapidly carve sections of them using the tools that are in the leather roll.