Zathonsmiles at Rhea as she welcomes him. "I think I can live with a little flour on me," he replies jokingly. "Oh, Anthony?" He is surprised Anthony out of everyone was first here, but he carries on regardless. "I'm happy he was able to make the journey."
He carries on into the house, allowing Rhea to return to her baking. He near immediately falls into the same practice as when he was child, his feet beginning to lead him towards the kitchen. He shakes his head, better to freshen up first before offering a hand. He finds a room to call his own, doffing his armor and giving himself a good scrub. He sits and does the same to his armor, gives it a good polish, and then dons it once again. It was better to be wary with the pillars acting as they are.
He continues on to the kitchen, and stops in his tracks at the bustle. Clearly he's not the only one wanting to help out. He squints slightly at one of the individuals, "Anthony?"
Akyan puts a hand to his chest when the dark feeling grips his soul. If this effects him this much he can only imagine how Aoufie feels. At least he can still touch his psychic abilities. After the other two proceed through the stones, Akyan follows the harengon to the door only to have Jared call them back. Aoufie had already knocked on the door, so why did he just run back up to Jared? It would be best if someone stayed when the door is opened. "I'll wait here." He says to the rabbit-folk, "I don't think I'd be much help with reading runes anyways, but if you find out anything then let me know." Then he watches Aoufie make his way back up the hill to see what Jared is talking about.
As he stands waiting for someone to answer the door, he continues to look around the property. Other then this dark pressure on his soul, the place doesn't seem to have changed much. He thinks back to when he first woke up from his illness. It all seemed like a dream. He remembers feeling confused and a little panicked when he opened his eyes and found himself in an actual bed. He didn't remember much of the journey to Grymhearth, his illness had him drifting in and out of consciousness, so when he finally came out doors, it felt like he had stepped out of some teleportation circle. It had taken him a while to get comfortable being around so many other people. His life on the street had made him jumpy, and always on edge...and while that part of him has toned down a bit, it hasn't completely disappeared. However, once he became more comfortable around most of the residents, and most of them became more comfortable around him, this place became his safe haven. Somewhere he had never thought would exist after his brother died. He closes his eyes, trying to ignore the feeling of his soul suffocating, trying to focus back on the brighter days. Taking a deep breath, he opens his eyes again and focuses back on the door. He wonders if anyone else has returned yet.
Anthony resists the urge to scrub a hand through his hair, not a good habit when working in the kitchen. "Zathon," shadar-kai were uncommon enough that it couldn't be anyone else. "Yeah, been a while. I've put on a littleweight," he chuckled smiling broad enough to show his dimples.The man in the kitchen slowly cutting carrots, in fact, looked like he might have eaten the kid that Zathon remembered. How you doin' Z?'Anthony takes in the darkly pale elf, outfitted not too differently from Anthony and having a certain martial bearing to the way he moved that put the cleric in the mind of a soldier or guard. It made him wonder what Zathon had been up to these past years.
"It's good to see you." He dried his hand on a towel and extended it in greeting. As he did, someone who'd noticed he was rather slow with the chopping and had muscles for days, swapped the veggies out with dough to knead.
Zathonlaughs along with Anthony at the joke, "You look healthy." The man in front of him seemed a far cry from the kid he remembered. "I'm.. I could be better, I suppose we all could."
He goes in to shake Anthony's hand, pulling him a tad closer to pat him on the shoulder as well. "It's good to see you as well, I'm glad you came." He pauses. "Do things seem off around here, to you? The pillars are weird."
"Yeah,the staff said something's been strange with them since she passed, and ... she wasn't sick or anything. Guess Tom foundher."With the strangeness of recent events being an open topic, Anthony didn't feel the need to be discrete, but he didn't want to conjecture too much with people who were close to her in earshot.
"Anyway, what you been up to?" Indicating the armaments. "Settled down? Started a family somewhere?" It was obvious from his tone he'd guess almost anything but.
Zathonnods, gathering Anthony's intent. "Perhaps we'll talk with him later. See how he's doing."
He laughs at the questions."No, I think I'm still too young for settling down. I've been doing my part to keep the realm safe, joined up with military. I think all of Grymhart's teachings just really stuck with me. I wanted to do my part. What about you?"
Focusing on the bread for a few moments, Anthony briefly wondered who's military Zathon had taken up with and keeping the realm safe from which enemy. It was curiosity only, but he struggled to find a way to phrase the query without sounding judgmental, so he passed the thought by. "Me? Nothing so interesting or noble as traveling the land doing good works. Just been .. trying to live life I guess." He assumed his clothing and holy symbol spoke for themselves, so he felt no need to draw attention to his obvious affiliation. "Having a little too much fun, maybe," he chuckled.
After kneading out a few loaves, Anthony was handed a bowl of heavy cream to beat into stiff peaks, a task he took to a little too enthusiastically at first, splattering himself and Zathon with a few drops of before he got the technique figured out. "Uh, sorry about that." Anthony hands over a clean rag. "So, you been keeping in touch with any of the others these past years?"
Mention of the others was a sobering thought. He didn't really expect anyone to care, but the way he'd left, some kind of explanation, if not apology, was probably long overdue.
Zathon's standing about comes to an end as someone hands something do to, and he gladly takes it. Zathon has two symbols on his armor, one of which an emblem of a sword while the other is a sun with sword in front of it. Although similar they speak to his bonds to house Daggerford, and to his Oath of Devotion. "Ha, maybe. There's always something to see or experience, isn't there?"
As he splattered he just laughs again, "Quite alright, accident happen."He takes the rag, beginning to clean himself off. "I've tried to here or there, but I move around a lot so letters and things can have a hard time getting to me. I'm excited to see everyone to say the least."
"Yeah, she sent a couple letters. I didn't really know what to say at the time, but.. probably should have thought of something." With the cream beaten, Anthony returns the bowl and finds something to clean until he's given another job. "I, uh, didn't expect to ever have much reason to come back, but, you're right. It will be nice to catch up."
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Aoufie shakes his head "I do not know what these runes mean, but maybe one of our siblings will know. I don't have the writing tools and parchment paper. I going to head to Gatherer Supplies. I will be right back." He then makes his way to the General store. As he walks there, he puts away his lute slung onto his back and rakes a hand through his fur on the top of his head lost in thought. Did a spellcaster alter Aunty Gryms runic spell to divorce our home from the weave. That was definitely not her writing style.
He heads in and waves at the proprietor with a flourish of his hand, then he stops. Something he learn from his Master. He takes out his money pouch and sighs at his lack of funds. I spent too much coin on my travels.
He purchases an inkpen and 1 piece of parchment. He then asks the proprietor "May I have a bottle of ink for 2gp? As a traveling troubadour of some renown, I can bring in more customers by regaling people of the deals that can be sought here."
Jared watches Aoufie leave and frowns a little. "What's got into him." Jared mutters. Jared looks at Akyan, shrugs, then turns to head on up the trail. He keeps an eye out for anything out of the ordinary as he walks up to the main house, trapped a bit in his past memories of this place.
"Can't change the past, but you can always try to do better.. I would have liked to come home under happier circumstances. I wonder when everyone else will get here?"
Back in the Fat Goose, the waitress's eyes light up with enthusiasm at the opportunity to share all the town gossip. She leans forward, face eager. In a hushed and excited tone, she starts sharing with you all she knows.
"Well, her death has been the talk of the town for days! Nobody was really sad to see her go because the town all blamed her for all the strange fog and missing cattle and sheep. I personally don't know if she had anything to do with it, but there's always a scapegoat." She chuckles a little bit before diving back in animatedly.
"There were a lot of foreigners going to and from her place up on the hill over the past few months. They never explained what they were doing, and nobody ever asked them. Best not to trust strange-looking folk."
She straightens up as if done, but she exclaims "Oh, I almost forgot!" before leaning back down and continuing in a conspiratorial voice, "My aunt was talking to her friend who told her that her neighbor said to her that old Tom was the one that did Lady Grymhart in! Said she saw him do it! Now isn't that something to think about." She fixes you with a mysterious look as she straightens back up. "Well, is there anything else I can do for you?"
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A few moments after Auofie turns around the corner heading back to town, Jared and Akyan hear the someone fumble with the doorknob for a moment before it the door glides open to reveal the familiar halls of Grymhearth. They were both expecting Rhea to be the one to greet them at the door as that was part of her duties, but they instead find a small human child hiding partly behind the door. He appears to be about six. He has darker skin than most in this area of the world, and its match by his dark curly hair. He's wearing simple gray clothing, and clenched in the crook of his arm is a stuffed and tattered teddy bear with one button eye clinging tenaciously to a few threads. He smiles shyly at you before he turns and dashes away, leaving the door open. The smell of baking food drifts out of the opening, signaling that the kitchen busy as ever.
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As Auofie moves through town, he draws a number of curious stares and pointed fingers accompanied by covered whispers. No one seemed hostile, but it appears that not very many harengon come through this area. Finding the handsomely crafted general store, he pushes open the door and moves inside. He is greeted by rows and rows of shelves filled with all manner of supplies and knickknacks. The varied items on the shelves and hanging from the walls didn't seem to be very organized, giving the shop a cluttered feel. The shelves are placed a little too close to one another, allowing for only a little bit of walking space in the aisles. Definitely not the place you want to be if you're claustrophobic, and the smell of dust and cobwebs didn't help too much.
Aoufie wanders through the aisles for a few minutes before he finds what appears to be the proprietor of the business. An ancient man stands before you, intently squinting through cataracted eyes at list held in his left hand. You see him muttering under his breath as he reads off his list. A white ponytail extends down the middle of his back, but the bald top of his head glints in the sunlight coming through the windows. As Aoufie asks his question, the old man jumps up in fright, obviously startled. His wide eyes find you standing near him as he brings his right hand up and clenches his shirt above his heart.
"Good gravy, boy!" he wheezes out. "You should sneak up on old people like that; you'll end up giving us a heart attack!" Taking a moment to wheeze and cough as he catches his breath, he continues, "Ink and parchment are right over here."
He turns around and begins slowly shuffling down the aisle. You quickly become somewhat annoyed with how slow the wizened man shuffles forward. You're pretty certain that you've seen snails move faster than he does.
At last, huffing and puffing, the old man reaches up on a shelf and pulls out a vial of ink from amongst the clutter. As he hands the vial over, he says between breaths, "Two gold... is fine... should charge more... since I almost... died..." He seemed pretty dramatic for such an old guy.
Hard for him to do better when most of the people he should have done better for were dead, but he understood what Zathon was getting at. "I had to come pretty far. I'm surprised I managed to get here first. Did you have to travel far to get here?" Anthony wasn't very familiar with much outside of his stomping grounds to the south, but he did recognize one of the symbols from traveling up the coast. Ships flagged with it south of Waterdeep. Dagger-something. The other, he wasn't sure entirely. There were gods with similar symbols, but it might be more abstract than that. "Do you know where any of the others have been?"
"I was surprised I was beat here," he says with a laugh. "I left right away, but Daggerford is still a bit off. I also had to convince some superiors I was alright to travel to begin with, red tape nonsense. I haven't kept very good track of everyone but it does seem like we all got spread far and wide."
"Alright to travel?" Out of habit, Anthony gives the other man a studied look, checking for injuries, new or healed. "You run into some trouble recently?"
Flavor roll Medicine : 21 if it's nothing obvious, he still wouldn't know, just looking Zathon over fully armored.
Kora is taken aback a bit when the waitress surprises her and starts dishing all her gossip to her. She especially finds it ironic when the woman says best not to trust strange looking folk. But hey, she thinks, maybe I'm not as odd looking as I think. Kora just nods at this, hoping to encourage the woman.
"Tom? The groundskeeper? Why, I never would have thought... actually saw him do it? Man, that must have been terrifying." How in the world? People. Gossip like this is why she stuck with like-minded people like herself and away from most city-dwellers or even those living in a small village such as Leafbrook. Actually, she found small places like this even worse at times.
"No, this is great, thank you." and she starts into the food that the woman brought, enjoying it but her mind is now reeling. This was not what she thought she was coming home to. Yes, she thought it odd that Aeolwyn died so young, but so many mysteries surrounded it. She needed to get to Grymhearth today, not tomorrow.
After quickly finishing her meal, she grabs her stuff and heads out the door, hoping to get to Grymhearth before the rain let loose.
Having an instinct for when a story is unpleasant, Anthony doesn't pry in spite of his curiosity, but just says, "That sucks. Glad you made it out ok at least." With things now well in hand in the kitchen, Anthony was beginning to feel like his armor clad bulk was becoming more of an liability than an asset. "Maybe we could go find Tom, or see if some of the others are here." he suggests, moving back toward the front of the house.
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Zathon smiles at Rhea as she welcomes him. "I think I can live with a little flour on me," he replies jokingly. "Oh, Anthony?" He is surprised Anthony out of everyone was first here, but he carries on regardless. "I'm happy he was able to make the journey."
He carries on into the house, allowing Rhea to return to her baking. He near immediately falls into the same practice as when he was child, his feet beginning to lead him towards the kitchen. He shakes his head, better to freshen up first before offering a hand. He finds a room to call his own, doffing his armor and giving himself a good scrub. He sits and does the same to his armor, gives it a good polish, and then dons it once again. It was better to be wary with the pillars acting as they are.
He continues on to the kitchen, and stops in his tracks at the bustle. Clearly he's not the only one wanting to help out. He squints slightly at one of the individuals, "Anthony?"
Akyan puts a hand to his chest when the dark feeling grips his soul. If this effects him this much he can only imagine how Aoufie feels. At least he can still touch his psychic abilities. After the other two proceed through the stones, Akyan follows the harengon to the door only to have Jared call them back. Aoufie had already knocked on the door, so why did he just run back up to Jared? It would be best if someone stayed when the door is opened. "I'll wait here." He says to the rabbit-folk, "I don't think I'd be much help with reading runes anyways, but if you find out anything then let me know." Then he watches Aoufie make his way back up the hill to see what Jared is talking about.
As he stands waiting for someone to answer the door, he continues to look around the property. Other then this dark pressure on his soul, the place doesn't seem to have changed much. He thinks back to when he first woke up from his illness. It all seemed like a dream. He remembers feeling confused and a little panicked when he opened his eyes and found himself in an actual bed. He didn't remember much of the journey to Grymhearth, his illness had him drifting in and out of consciousness, so when he finally came out doors, it felt like he had stepped out of some teleportation circle. It had taken him a while to get comfortable being around so many other people. His life on the street had made him jumpy, and always on edge...and while that part of him has toned down a bit, it hasn't completely disappeared. However, once he became more comfortable around most of the residents, and most of them became more comfortable around him, this place became his safe haven. Somewhere he had never thought would exist after his brother died. He closes his eyes, trying to ignore the feeling of his soul suffocating, trying to focus back on the brighter days. Taking a deep breath, he opens his eyes again and focuses back on the door. He wonders if anyone else has returned yet.
Anthony resists the urge to scrub a hand through his hair, not a good habit when working in the kitchen. "Zathon," shadar-kai were uncommon enough that it couldn't be anyone else. "Yeah, been a while. I've put on a little weight," he chuckled smiling broad enough to show his dimples. The man in the kitchen slowly cutting carrots, in fact, looked like he might have eaten the kid that Zathon remembered. How you doin' Z?' Anthony takes in the darkly pale elf, outfitted not too differently from Anthony and having a certain martial bearing to the way he moved that put the cleric in the mind of a soldier or guard. It made him wonder what Zathon had been up to these past years.
"It's good to see you." He dried his hand on a towel and extended it in greeting. As he did, someone who'd noticed he was rather slow with the chopping and had muscles for days, swapped the veggies out with dough to knead.
Zathon laughs along with Anthony at the joke, "You look healthy." The man in front of him seemed a far cry from the kid he remembered. "I'm.. I could be better, I suppose we all could."
He goes in to shake Anthony's hand, pulling him a tad closer to pat him on the shoulder as well. "It's good to see you as well, I'm glad you came." He pauses. "Do things seem off around here, to you? The pillars are weird."
"Yeah, the staff said something's been strange with them since she passed, and ... she wasn't sick or anything. Guess Tom found her." With the strangeness of recent events being an open topic, Anthony didn't feel the need to be discrete, but he didn't want to conjecture too much with people who were close to her in earshot.
"Anyway, what you been up to?" Indicating the armaments. "Settled down? Started a family somewhere?" It was obvious from his tone he'd guess almost anything but.
Zathon nods, gathering Anthony's intent. "Perhaps we'll talk with him later. See how he's doing."
He laughs at the questions. "No, I think I'm still too young for settling down. I've been doing my part to keep the realm safe, joined up with military. I think all of Grymhart's teachings just really stuck with me. I wanted to do my part. What about you?"
Focusing on the bread for a few moments, Anthony briefly wondered who's military Zathon had taken up with and keeping the realm safe from which enemy. It was curiosity only, but he struggled to find a way to phrase the query without sounding judgmental, so he passed the thought by. "Me? Nothing so interesting or noble as traveling the land doing good works. Just been .. trying to live life I guess." He assumed his clothing and holy symbol spoke for themselves, so he felt no need to draw attention to his obvious affiliation. "Having a little too much fun, maybe," he chuckled.
After kneading out a few loaves, Anthony was handed a bowl of heavy cream to beat into stiff peaks, a task he took to a little too enthusiastically at first, splattering himself and Zathon with a few drops of before he got the technique figured out. "Uh, sorry about that." Anthony hands over a clean rag. "So, you been keeping in touch with any of the others these past years?"
Mention of the others was a sobering thought. He didn't really expect anyone to care, but the way he'd left, some kind of explanation, if not apology, was probably long overdue.
Zathon's standing about comes to an end as someone hands something do to, and he gladly takes it. Zathon has two symbols on his armor, one of which an emblem of a sword while the other is a sun with sword in front of it. Although similar they speak to his bonds to house Daggerford, and to his Oath of Devotion. "Ha, maybe. There's always something to see or experience, isn't there?"
As he splattered he just laughs again, "Quite alright, accident happen." He takes the rag, beginning to clean himself off. "I've tried to here or there, but I move around a lot so letters and things can have a hard time getting to me. I'm excited to see everyone to say the least."
"Yeah, she sent a couple letters. I didn't really know what to say at the time, but.. probably should have thought of something." With the cream beaten, Anthony returns the bowl and finds something to clean until he's given another job. "I, uh, didn't expect to ever have much reason to come back, but, you're right. It will be nice to catch up."
Aoufie shakes his head "I do not know what these runes mean, but maybe one of our siblings will know. I don't have the writing tools and parchment paper. I going to head to Gatherer Supplies. I will be right back." He then makes his way to the General store. As he walks there, he puts away his lute slung onto his back and rakes a hand through his fur on the top of his head lost in thought. Did a spellcaster alter Aunty Gryms runic spell to divorce our home from the weave. That was definitely not her writing style.
He heads in and waves at the proprietor with a flourish of his hand, then he stops. Something he learn from his Master. He takes out his money pouch and sighs at his lack of funds. I spent too much coin on my travels.
He purchases an inkpen and 1 piece of parchment. He then asks the proprietor "May I have a bottle of ink for 2gp? As a traveling troubadour of some renown, I can bring in more customers by regaling people of the deals that can be sought here."
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Jared watches Aoufie leave and frowns a little.
"What's got into him." Jared mutters.
Jared looks at Akyan, shrugs, then turns to head on up the trail. He keeps an eye out for anything out of the ordinary as he walks up to the main house, trapped a bit in his past memories of this place.
"Can't change the past, but you can always try to do better.. I would have liked to come home under happier circumstances. I wonder when everyone else will get here?"
Back in the Fat Goose, the waitress's eyes light up with enthusiasm at the opportunity to share all the town gossip. She leans forward, face eager. In a hushed and excited tone, she starts sharing with you all she knows.
"Well, her death has been the talk of the town for days! Nobody was really sad to see her go because the town all blamed her for all the strange fog and missing cattle and sheep. I personally don't know if she had anything to do with it, but there's always a scapegoat." She chuckles a little bit before diving back in animatedly.
"There were a lot of foreigners going to and from her place up on the hill over the past few months. They never explained what they were doing, and nobody ever asked them. Best not to trust strange-looking folk."
She straightens up as if done, but she exclaims "Oh, I almost forgot!" before leaning back down and continuing in a conspiratorial voice, "My aunt was talking to her friend who told her that her neighbor said to her that old Tom was the one that did Lady Grymhart in! Said she saw him do it! Now isn't that something to think about." She fixes you with a mysterious look as she straightens back up. "Well, is there anything else I can do for you?"
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A few moments after Auofie turns around the corner heading back to town, Jared and Akyan hear the someone fumble with the doorknob for a moment before it the door glides open to reveal the familiar halls of Grymhearth. They were both expecting Rhea to be the one to greet them at the door as that was part of her duties, but they instead find a small human child hiding partly behind the door. He appears to be about six. He has darker skin than most in this area of the world, and its match by his dark curly hair. He's wearing simple gray clothing, and clenched in the crook of his arm is a stuffed and tattered teddy bear with one button eye clinging tenaciously to a few threads. He smiles shyly at you before he turns and dashes away, leaving the door open. The smell of baking food drifts out of the opening, signaling that the kitchen busy as ever.
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As Auofie moves through town, he draws a number of curious stares and pointed fingers accompanied by covered whispers. No one seemed hostile, but it appears that not very many harengon come through this area. Finding the handsomely crafted general store, he pushes open the door and moves inside. He is greeted by rows and rows of shelves filled with all manner of supplies and knickknacks. The varied items on the shelves and hanging from the walls didn't seem to be very organized, giving the shop a cluttered feel. The shelves are placed a little too close to one another, allowing for only a little bit of walking space in the aisles. Definitely not the place you want to be if you're claustrophobic, and the smell of dust and cobwebs didn't help too much.
Aoufie wanders through the aisles for a few minutes before he finds what appears to be the proprietor of the business. An ancient man stands before you, intently squinting through cataracted eyes at list held in his left hand. You see him muttering under his breath as he reads off his list. A white ponytail extends down the middle of his back, but the bald top of his head glints in the sunlight coming through the windows. As Aoufie asks his question, the old man jumps up in fright, obviously startled. His wide eyes find you standing near him as he brings his right hand up and clenches his shirt above his heart.
"Good gravy, boy!" he wheezes out. "You should sneak up on old people like that; you'll end up giving us a heart attack!" Taking a moment to wheeze and cough as he catches his breath, he continues, "Ink and parchment are right over here."
He turns around and begins slowly shuffling down the aisle. You quickly become somewhat annoyed with how slow the wizened man shuffles forward. You're pretty certain that you've seen snails move faster than he does.
At last, huffing and puffing, the old man reaches up on a shelf and pulls out a vial of ink from amongst the clutter. As he hands the vial over, he says between breaths, "Two gold... is fine... should charge more... since I almost... died..." He seemed pretty dramatic for such an old guy.
Hard for him to do better when most of the people he should have done better for were dead, but he understood what Zathon was getting at. "I had to come pretty far. I'm surprised I managed to get here first. Did you have to travel far to get here?" Anthony wasn't very familiar with much outside of his stomping grounds to the south, but he did recognize one of the symbols from traveling up the coast. Ships flagged with it south of Waterdeep. Dagger-something. The other, he wasn't sure entirely. There were gods with similar symbols, but it might be more abstract than that. "Do you know where any of the others have been?"
"I was surprised I was beat here," he says with a laugh. "I left right away, but Daggerford is still a bit off. I also had to convince some superiors I was alright to travel to begin with, red tape nonsense. I haven't kept very good track of everyone but it does seem like we all got spread far and wide."
Jared will saunter on in, looking around as he goes.
"Hello!" Jared calls out as he goes in.
"Alright to travel?" Out of habit, Anthony gives the other man a studied look, checking for injuries, new or healed. "You run into some trouble recently?"
Flavor roll Medicine : 21 if it's nothing obvious, he still wouldn't know, just looking Zathon over fully armored.
Kora is taken aback a bit when the waitress surprises her and starts dishing all her gossip to her. She especially finds it ironic when the woman says best not to trust strange looking folk. But hey, she thinks, maybe I'm not as odd looking as I think. Kora just nods at this, hoping to encourage the woman.
"Tom? The groundskeeper? Why, I never would have thought... actually saw him do it? Man, that must have been terrifying." How in the world? People. Gossip like this is why she stuck with like-minded people like herself and away from most city-dwellers or even those living in a small village such as Leafbrook. Actually, she found small places like this even worse at times.
"No, this is great, thank you." and she starts into the food that the woman brought, enjoying it but her mind is now reeling. This was not what she thought she was coming home to. Yes, she thought it odd that Aeolwyn died so young, but so many mysteries surrounded it. She needed to get to Grymhearth today, not tomorrow.
After quickly finishing her meal, she grabs her stuff and heads out the door, hoping to get to Grymhearth before the rain let loose.
"An operation went a little sideways.. more than a few casualties. I got lucky, considering."
A good look at him doesn't reveal any noticeable injuries as divine healing usually erases any inclination of an injury being present.
Having an instinct for when a story is unpleasant, Anthony doesn't pry in spite of his curiosity, but just says, "That sucks. Glad you made it out ok at least." With things now well in hand in the kitchen, Anthony was beginning to feel like his armor clad bulk was becoming more of an liability than an asset. "Maybe we could go find Tom, or see if some of the others are here." he suggests, moving back toward the front of the house.