"Chin up, Lukuth! The Giants didn't grind their bones to make bread, that's all nonsense. Giants prefer to swallow their victims whole, so your fellow villagers died quickly and relatively painlessly. Probably." Mayres finished slowly, before blinking owlishly.
"I -- that was horribly insensitive, wasn't it? I don't get out much, so interacting with people isn't my strongsuit. I am sorry for my carelessness."
“How do you know?” Lukuth eyes Mayres suspiciously as if he was there. “They were butchered while they slept.” , “I cam back and saw their bodies lying on the ground, bloodied and broken, their eyes, gazing into my soul yet seeing nothing.” He shudders as if he’s reliving a horrible memory
Alden noticed the Ring on Mayres neck again. "What's the story behind the ring around your neck? Either the chain weighs so much because it is made of solid gold or because you are carrying a heavy burden, my friend."
Alden noticed the Ring on Mayres neck again. "What's the story behind the ring around your neck? Either the chain weighs so much because it is made of solid gold or because you are carrying a heavy burden, my friend."
Made with harsh angles, laughing eyes, and a spill of long, black hair, she couldn't have been any older than Mayres.
"You are the witch's boy, are you not?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Don't call me ma'am, it makes me sound dreadfully old, and besides, we're going to be friends." Her tone brokered no agreement. "Now, come, pickup my dress skirts; we're going to climb out this window."
Mayres was startled out of his remembrances by Alden's voice.
"Simply a token of someone who was dear to me once. No more, no less." He said in response, forcing himself to let go of Annabel's ring.
Alden noticed the Ring on Mayres neck again. "What's the story behind the ring around your neck? Either the chain weighs so much because it is made of solid gold or because you are carrying a heavy burden, my friend."
Made with harsh angles, laughing eyes, and a spill of long, black hair, she couldn't have been any older than Mayres.
"You are the witch's boy, are you not?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Don't call me ma'am, it makes me sound dreadfully old, and besides, we're going to be friends." Her tone brokered no agreement. "Now, come, pickup my dress skirts; we're going to climb out this window."
Mayres was startled out of his remembrances by Alden's voice.
"Simply a token of someone who was dear to me once. No more, no less." He said in response, forcing himself to let go of Annabel's ring.
Alden leaves it at that - but he can't shake the feeling that there's more about than that
"I think money is quite useful as well, although I don't care for those who have too much of it." Mayres rummaged in a satchel by his feet, before emerging victorious, an old book in his hands. His light brown hair fluttered like dandelion fluff in the breeze.
After a few days' travel, you take the turning left onto the Triboar Trail, heading inland and starting to climb up into the foothills of the Sword Mountains. The two oxen tethered to the wagon's trace plod stoically, pulling it along at a steady pace. Scattered clumps of trees become more frequent as you travel upwards into the hills and before long there are woods lining either side of the dirt road. The chatter of the birds in the trees provides an accompaniment to your journey.
The ground on either side of the road starts to rise, forming a cut. There are steep banks on both sides rising about six feet above the level of the road. The woods here are ancient, with only a little undergrowth.
As he rounds a bend, Alden spots two horses in the road up ahead. They appear to be untethered and unattended as far as he can tell from this distance (about 100ft).
The edge of the map is about 60ft from the horses, so you haven't quite made it on there yet.
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"Chin up, Lukuth! The Giants didn't grind their bones to make bread, that's all nonsense. Giants prefer to swallow their victims whole, so your fellow villagers died quickly and relatively painlessly. Probably." Mayres finished slowly, before blinking owlishly.
"I -- that was horribly insensitive, wasn't it? I don't get out much, so interacting with people isn't my strongsuit. I am sorry for my carelessness."
“How do you know?” Lukuth eyes Mayres suspiciously as if he was there. “They were butchered while they slept.” , “I cam back and saw their bodies lying on the ground, bloodied and broken, their eyes, gazing into my soul yet seeing nothing.” He shudders as if he’s reliving a horrible memory
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Mayres clutched Annabel's ring even tighter, the braided metal links digging into his neck.
"Its common knowledge amongst scholars -- but that --" he signed, cutting himself off, "I shouldn't have said anything. It was rather rude of me."
*Is this to Lukuth?*
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*Yes. Sorry, I wasn't very clear.*
*All good!*
“It okay, you didn’t mean any harm.” Lukuth smiles
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"My mother used to say that I'd talk before I thought. Impulsive, she said. Which was ridiculous." He said this matter-of-factly.
"Anyone with eyes could see that" -- Annabel was the impulsive one -- "I wasn't."
“Was? What happened?”
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Mayres shrugged, looking at the sky and the clouds.
"She got old. She died."
“Oh. I sorry for you.” Lukuth looks into the sky as well.
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Alden noticed the Ring on Mayres neck again. "What's the story behind the ring around your neck? Either the chain weighs so much because it is made of solid gold or because you are carrying a heavy burden, my friend."
Lukuth is staring at the clouds.
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Made with harsh angles, laughing eyes, and a spill of long, black hair, she couldn't have been any older than Mayres.
"You are the witch's boy, are you not?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Don't call me ma'am, it makes me sound dreadfully old, and besides, we're going to be friends." Her tone brokered no agreement. "Now, come, pickup my dress skirts; we're going to climb out this window."
Mayres was startled out of his remembrances by Alden's voice.
"Simply a token of someone who was dear to me once. No more, no less." He said in response, forcing himself to let go of Annabel's ring.
Lukuth walks up to Alden, “What’s your story to being here?”
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Alden leaves it at that - but he can't shake the feeling that there's more about than that
Alden looks up and answers "quest for ancient knowledge and easy money like Gundrun would say"
“you know, life in wilderness can also be more pleasant with a few gold coins in your pocket. Alden says with a twinkle in his eye
Lukuth smiles, “Having money in your pocket is never a bad thing. I’m in it for an adventure and for something to do.”
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"I think money is quite useful as well, although I don't care for those who have too much of it." Mayres rummaged in a satchel by his feet, before emerging victorious, an old book in his hands. His light brown hair fluttered like dandelion fluff in the breeze.
“What’s that.” Luk eyes the book curiously and tries to read the cover.
Skyrim!
Also I will cripple your bank accounts.
After a few days' travel, you take the turning left onto the Triboar Trail, heading inland and starting to climb up into the foothills of the Sword Mountains. The two oxen tethered to the wagon's trace plod stoically, pulling it along at a steady pace. Scattered clumps of trees become more frequent as you travel upwards into the hills and before long there are woods lining either side of the dirt road. The chatter of the birds in the trees provides an accompaniment to your journey.
The ground on either side of the road starts to rise, forming a cut. There are steep banks on both sides rising about six feet above the level of the road. The woods here are ancient, with only a little undergrowth.
As he rounds a bend, Alden spots two horses in the road up ahead. They appear to be untethered and unattended as far as he can tell from this distance (about 100ft).
The edge of the map is about 60ft from the horses, so you haven't quite made it on there yet.