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(OOC: Huh. Lemme try this again, something's up.)
Kyvir, as you speak, Milla's mouth falls open, turning from a thin line to a near-perfect oval. "Gods, Ky!" she cries, throwing her hands up. "And here I was, thinking that you got that pet from a traveling mage o' the like!" She laughs, and you do as well --- but you feel a strange melancholy, since she didn't quite get what you said. Excited and awe-struck, she drops the rest of her food, giving you a clap on the back that knocks a chunk of bread out of your mouth, leaving you hacking and coughing for a few seconds while she apologizes.
"Anyway, Ky, let's get back to our work! Maybe you could melt down some metal for us!"
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Tobias, as you circle the faerie, his gaze follows you --- the clear-blue eyes fixating upon every detail of your visage. Delicately splaying a palm across his head, he takes on a ponderous image --- face deep-set with lines, contorted, beginning to show signs of sweat. You feel a slight itching in the back of your mind, as if some old thought was coming back up, and he grunts quietly. Then, without warning, he takes his palm off his face and places it upon yours. His eyes take the look of a prophet's, flaring with realization, as he begins to sift through your mind --- you feel the building blocks moving around, thoughts swirling and dancing each and every which way.
(OOC: A WIS save for Tobias to prevent this mental invasion, if wanted. One by one, instead of all three parts together :/)
10 +0 +0 (OOC: is this what you meant by one by one)
(OOC: Nah, you're good. I was talking to myself, sorry)
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Aydlott, Vulcan, Kravik ---- brightly discussing the state of your coin (as well as the emptiness of your coffers), you begin to draft plans ---- helping farmers, driving away pests, anything for the clink of gold. Finishing up your food, you toss a few coppers on the table, running your fingers over the loss in melancholy. As a waitress comes to collect, she leans against the table, slipping the coins into a small pouch slung across a shoulder.
"I couldn't help hearing that you're looking for a job," she says, running her fingers through her tangled raven hair. "Me pa's been lookin' for a helper - or some helpers, recently. He'd pay money for people to do some odd jobs for him, if ye'd like a few coin. It wouldn't be much, but it's good an' honest work. If ye're interested, he's a ways out of town."
(OOC: Total cost of 6 CP, if anyone wants to split/pay)
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Tobias --- a wrenching, grasping hand reaches into your mind. You feel your thoughts swirling around your head, flicked through by this invader, at his disposition. Your entire mind teeters on a fine balance --- it could be gone at any second. The stranger still holds on to your temple, and you're unable to stop him --- you're frozen, unmoving. Then, after seconds --- or was it minutes? hours? your mind is released, and the faerie stands in front of you, looking sated.
"You are a true person, Tobias. I see your pain. I see your sorrow. The last I heard of your sister was that she was traveling north, towards this town. I know naught else." With that, he dips his head and whirs his wings, swooping away into the morning sun.
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Aydlott, Vulcan, Kravik ---- brightly discussing the state of your coin (as well as the emptiness of your coffers), you begin to draft plans ---- helping farmers, driving away pests, anything for the clink of gold. Finishing up your food, you toss a few coppers on the table, running your fingers over the loss in melancholy. As a waitress comes to collect, she leans against the table, slipping the coins into a small pouch slung across a shoulder.
"I couldn't help hearing that you're looking for a job," she says, running her fingers through her tangled raven hair. "Me pa's been lookin' for a helper - or some helpers, recently. He'd pay money for people to do some odd jobs for him, if ye'd like a few coin. It wouldn't be much, but it's good an' honest work. If ye're interested, he's a ways out of town."
(OOC: Total cost of 6 CP, if anyone wants to split/pay)
Kravik drops 2 copper pieces onto the table as the waitress approaches, nodding his thanks as she collects the coins. When she mentions her father's need for help, he glances at his companions with a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Well, I'd love to help," he says, his tone dry but warm, "but I'm afraid I'm just an idealistic do-gooder who'll agree to help anyone." His eyes settle on Aydlott with obvious amusement. "Best defer to my more pragmatic companions here to make sure we're not being too charitable."
He holds the look for a few moments, in an attempt to ensure that Aydlott is in on the joke, possibly getting even more amused if he isn't. Then, more seriously to the waitress: "Odd jobs and honest work sound exactly like what we need. What sort of help is your father looking for?"
Kyvir smiles and thanks Milla for the food. He then collects himself and starts to assist her once more. Doing his best to make the well look as good as possible. Melting down some metal posts to make parts of the roof covering, bucket handle and hook for the bucket. Once finished, he would thank Milla for the work.
"I'm getting quite famished after all this work. Lunch helped but I think I need a full meal and a drink. I will see you around Milla!"
Aydlott, Vulcan, Kravik ---- brightly discussing the state of your coin (as well as the emptiness of your coffers), you begin to draft plans ---- helping farmers, driving away pests, anything for the clink of gold. Finishing up your food, you toss a few coppers on the table, running your fingers over the loss in melancholy. As a waitress comes to collect, she leans against the table, slipping the coins into a small pouch slung across a shoulder.
"I couldn't help hearing that you're looking for a job," she says, running her fingers through her tangled raven hair. "Me pa's been lookin' for a helper - or some helpers, recently. He'd pay money for people to do some odd jobs for him, if ye'd like a few coin. It wouldn't be much, but it's good an' honest work. If ye're interested, he's a ways out of town."
(OOC: Total cost of 6 CP, if anyone wants to split/pay)
Kravik drops 2 copper pieces onto the table as the waitress approaches, nodding his thanks as she collects the coins. When she mentions her father's need for help, he glances at his companions with a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Well, I'd love to help," he says, his tone dry but warm, "but I'm afraid I'm just an idealistic do-gooder who'll agree to help anyone." His eyes settle on Aydlott with obvious amusement. "Best defer to my more pragmatic companions here to make sure we're not being too charitable."
He holds the look for a few moments, in an attempt to ensure that Aydlott is in on the joke, possibly getting even more amused if he isn't. Then, more seriously to the waitress: "Odd jobs and honest work sound exactly like what we need. What sort of help is your father looking for?"
Vulcan watches silently, eyes bright and alert, sliding Kravik's copper back towards him and dropping his own six. "I... I should handle the money. I'm the least useful out of all of us."
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
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Aydlott, Vulcan, Kravik ---- brightly discussing the state of your coin (as well as the emptiness of your coffers), you begin to draft plans ---- helping farmers, driving away pests, anything for the clink of gold. Finishing up your food, you toss a few coppers on the table, running your fingers over the loss in melancholy. As a waitress comes to collect, she leans against the table, slipping the coins into a small pouch slung across a shoulder.
"I couldn't help hearing that you're looking for a job," she says, running her fingers through her tangled raven hair. "Me pa's been lookin' for a helper - or some helpers, recently. He'd pay money for people to do some odd jobs for him, if ye'd like a few coin. It wouldn't be much, but it's good an' honest work. If ye're interested, he's a ways out of town."
(OOC: Total cost of 6 CP, if anyone wants to split/pay)
Kravik drops 2 copper pieces onto the table as the waitress approaches, nodding his thanks as she collects the coins. When she mentions her father's need for help, he glances at his companions with a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Well, I'd love to help," he says, his tone dry but warm, "but I'm afraid I'm just an idealistic do-gooder who'll agree to help anyone." His eyes settle on Aydlott with obvious amusement. "Best defer to my more pragmatic companions here to make sure we're not being too charitable."
He holds the look for a few moments, in an attempt to ensure that Aydlott is in on the joke, possibly getting even more amused if he isn't. Then, more seriously to the waitress: "Odd jobs and honest work sound exactly like what we need. What sort of help is your father looking for?"
Vulcan watches silently, eyes bright and alert, sliding Kravik's copper back towards him and dropping his own six. "I... I should handle the money. I'm the least useful out of all of us."
"Least useful? Nonsense! Everyone's useful!" the waitress replies, clearly hoping to cheer up her father's friendly clients.
Turning to Kravik, she smiles. "Glad to hear ye're interested," she says, pulling up a chair. "I didn't hear much of what he wanted, but he said something about help around the farm - sounds like he's got some sort of pest problem. He'd probably pay you ten gold, something like that, I don't know." With that, she stands up --- "I've got to get going. Find him at Heart-break Farm if you'd like to help him out. And thank you." She smiles one last time before walking away.
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Tobias looks up into the sky, no grin or smile but pure determination, and nods in appreciation even though he know the man can no longer see him. Tobias then repeats the words the winged man said to him,
" "She was traveling north" Did he say that like she is traveling on her own accord or the ones who took her are traveling north with her."
Tobias shuffles in his pocket and pulls out a small silver coin, One side is etched a spade and the other a heart. He looks at the side with the heart and says
"Lira what did you get into"
He then heads north towards the town the winged man directed.
Kyvir smiles and thanks Milla for the food. He then collects himself and starts to assist her once more. Doing his best to make the well look as good as possible. Melting down some metal posts to make parts of the roof covering, bucket handle and hook for the bucket. Once finished, he would thank Milla for the work.
"I'm getting quite famished after all this work. Lunch helped but I think I need a full meal and a drink. I will see you around Milla!"
For a second, you continue on, having been given no response. Then a shout and a splash --- the sound of a large object landing far below --- catch your ears. You turn around --- and no sing of Milla, but, far below, you hear a frantic splashing and shouting --- she's fallen.
"Help! Help!" her echoing voice cries, fainter and fainter as she splashes around wildly.
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For a second, you continue on, having been given no response. Then a shout and a splash --- the sound of a large object landing far below --- catch your ears. You turn around --- and no sing of Milla, but, far below, you hear a frantic splashing and shouting --- she's fallen.
"Help! Help!" her echoing voice cries, fainter and fainter as she splashes around wildly.
Kyvir hears the splash but doesn't quite think anything quite of it at first, but once he starts to hear the cries for help, he quickly rushes over to the well. He peeks over the edge and looks to see Milla. If she sees him, he'd quickly look at the well to make sure it's wide enough for a large creature.
(If it is, he'd Wild Shape into a Giant Lizard, climb down the edge. Allow Milla to grab hold of him, then climb back out.)
(If it isn't, he'd try and see if it's big enough for him to fly down, then fly back up with her in his arms.)
Kyvir, you look down the well, and there Milla is --- wildly paddling, just barely floating. Your skin greens and twists as you leap down the hole, now skittering, lizard-like. She grasps onto your body, her wet hands struggling to find some purchase, and you begin to climb out as rapidly as possible, your pads even slipping on the wet, slick stone. It's a tough journey in a lizard's body, and you struggle, muscles straining as you climb ever upwards towards the light above.
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Aydlott snorts as he tosses down 2 copper of his own. "Well, let's do some good, then, shall we lads? And, Vulcan, keep your money... you being least able to work of all of us, it's our good duty to support you. But to do that, we've got to make some money. Thank you, lass," he says to the waitress, flashing her a winning smile. The smile almost a matter of routine rather than flirting--he's not that handsome, and it's clear from the lack of passion in the expression that he struggles to maintain much interest in the ladies these days. Indeed, his fate twined with one has nearly consumed his life...and stands to consume it utterly in the space of less than a year.
Aydlott turns to his companions. "Heart-break farm?" Even the name seems to match his frame of mind. "Sounds right up my alley. And, I'm sure it's more of these ferocious, difficult fae creatures. Let's go!"
Assuming they were able to get directions there, Aydlott fetches his horse from the stable as the group prepares to leave, and courteously offers Vulcan to ride him to the farm.
Kravik nods in agreement and walks alongside them to the farm. He does make a mental note that he will need to find himself a horse strong enough to carry him. But maybe after he has some money.
Kyvir, you look down the well, and there Milla is --- wildly paddling, just barely floating. Your skin greens and twists as you leap down the hole, now skittering, lizard-like. She grasps onto your body, her wet hands struggling to find some purchase, and you begin to climb out as rapidly as possible, your pads even slipping on the wet, slick stone. It's a tough journey in a lizard's body, and you struggle, muscles straining as you climb ever upwards towards the light above.
Kyvir, you climb up and away, valiantly struggling to the finish --- in this case, the warm sky above you and ground below. You roll Milla out onto the ground, where she lies for a few seconds, eyes open, breathing heavily. She coughs once, twice, then spits out a stream of dirty water --- vibrantly all the greens and blues of the murkiness below.
Then, she reaches up and draws you into a hug. "Thank you," she whispers, slightly crying. "Thank you."
Kravik, Vulcan, Aydlott ---- directions to Heart-break Farm are not hard to find, as it appears that this aging father is a known figure around town. Departing town, Vulcan and Aydlott mounted while Kravik strolls beside them, you find yourselves upon a long road, going straight off into the horizon. Towering pines stand on your right, while to your right-hand side, beautiful, blossoming flowers and plants grow amid the fields and farms.
After a two hours' journey, by which you can barely see the town miles behind you, you arrive ---- a small, wooden plaque engraved with the words "Heart-break Farm" marks the beginning of a winding path that leads up a hill to a small house. Around the house lie all sorts of plants ---- while there are trees growing in parts of this farm, radiant patches of flowers grow as well, along with the traditional farmers' crop --- corn --- growing in large fields on the other side of the hill.
As you approach, a man exits the house, heading towards you. He carries a large, rusted pitchfork and is dressed in rugged, weathered clothes. For an old man, he strikes an impressive figure --- dark-skinned, he bears the heavy muscles which come with hard work and stands at least seven feet tall. When his voice sounds out, it sounds like a rolling earthquake, rumbling across the land --- "Who are you?"
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Still enough under the buzz of the ale to enjoy the countryside as they ride along, Aydlott chats pleasantly with his new friends. "It's a fair countryside, I'll give it that. We sure didn't have flowers like this in Mare. So tell me, Vulcan, where are you from? Where did you learn to read? Handy skill, that. I never picked it up myself. I was a guard, from a long line of guardsmen. None aspired to anything better. It would have been all right, except..."
By the end of the journey Aydlott's temporary escape has thoroughly worn off--leaving him in a worse mood, as it often does. The last half hour or so finds him fairly silent, brooding on his fate and not looking at the flowers.
As they ride up to the small house, Aydlott addresses the farmer, perfectly official. "Good day, Sir. We met your daughter in the tavern in town, and she said you could use some help around the farm. We're in need of some coin, and she said you might have something of a pest problem. Anything we might be able to help you with?"
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I don't have a signature.
(OOC: Huh. Lemme try this again, something's up.)
Kyvir, as you speak, Milla's mouth falls open, turning from a thin line to a near-perfect oval. "Gods, Ky!" she cries, throwing her hands up. "And here I was, thinking that you got that pet from a traveling mage o' the like!" She laughs, and you do as well --- but you feel a strange melancholy, since she didn't quite get what you said. Excited and awe-struck, she drops the rest of her food, giving you a clap on the back that knocks a chunk of bread out of your mouth, leaving you hacking and coughing for a few seconds while she apologizes.
"Anyway, Ky, let's get back to our work! Maybe you could melt down some metal for us!"
(OOC: Hooray! It worked!)
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(OOC: Nah, you're good. I was talking to myself, sorry)
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Aydlott, Vulcan, Kravik ---- brightly discussing the state of your coin (as well as the emptiness of your coffers), you begin to draft plans ---- helping farmers, driving away pests, anything for the clink of gold. Finishing up your food, you toss a few coppers on the table, running your fingers over the loss in melancholy. As a waitress comes to collect, she leans against the table, slipping the coins into a small pouch slung across a shoulder.
"I couldn't help hearing that you're looking for a job," she says, running her fingers through her tangled raven hair. "Me pa's been lookin' for a helper - or some helpers, recently. He'd pay money for people to do some odd jobs for him, if ye'd like a few coin. It wouldn't be much, but it's good an' honest work. If ye're interested, he's a ways out of town."
(OOC: Total cost of 6 CP, if anyone wants to split/pay)
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Tobias --- a wrenching, grasping hand reaches into your mind. You feel your thoughts swirling around your head, flicked through by this invader, at his disposition. Your entire mind teeters on a fine balance --- it could be gone at any second. The stranger still holds on to your temple, and you're unable to stop him --- you're frozen, unmoving. Then, after seconds --- or was it minutes? hours? your mind is released, and the faerie stands in front of you, looking sated.
"You are a true person, Tobias. I see your pain. I see your sorrow. The last I heard of your sister was that she was traveling north, towards this town. I know naught else." With that, he dips his head and whirs his wings, swooping away into the morning sun.
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Kravik drops 2 copper pieces onto the table as the waitress approaches, nodding his thanks as she collects the coins. When she mentions her father's need for help, he glances at his companions with a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Well, I'd love to help," he says, his tone dry but warm, "but I'm afraid I'm just an idealistic do-gooder who'll agree to help anyone." His eyes settle on Aydlott with obvious amusement. "Best defer to my more pragmatic companions here to make sure we're not being too charitable."
He holds the look for a few moments, in an attempt to ensure that Aydlott is in on the joke, possibly getting even more amused if he isn't. Then, more seriously to the waitress: "Odd jobs and honest work sound exactly like what we need. What sort of help is your father looking for?"
Kyvir smiles and thanks Milla for the food. He then collects himself and starts to assist her once more. Doing his best to make the well look as good as possible. Melting down some metal posts to make parts of the roof covering, bucket handle and hook for the bucket. Once finished, he would thank Milla for the work.
"I'm getting quite famished after all this work. Lunch helped but I think I need a full meal and a drink. I will see you around Milla!"
I don't have a signature.
Vulcan watches silently, eyes bright and alert, sliding Kravik's copper back towards him and dropping his own six. "I... I should handle the money. I'm the least useful out of all of us."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
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"Least useful? Nonsense! Everyone's useful!" the waitress replies, clearly hoping to cheer up her father's friendly clients.
Turning to Kravik, she smiles. "Glad to hear ye're interested," she says, pulling up a chair. "I didn't hear much of what he wanted, but he said something about help around the farm - sounds like he's got some sort of pest problem. He'd probably pay you ten gold, something like that, I don't know." With that, she stands up --- "I've got to get going. Find him at Heart-break Farm if you'd like to help him out. And thank you." She smiles one last time before walking away.
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Kravik gives a friendly smile to the waitress as she walks away. Once she's gone, he turns to the others.
"Not great that there aren't many specifics, but we need the money. Still, I wonder what kind of pest problem is worth 10 gold."
Tobias looks up into the sky, no grin or smile but pure determination, and nods in appreciation even though he know the man can no longer see him. Tobias then repeats the words the winged man said to him,
" "She was traveling north" Did he say that like she is traveling on her own accord or the ones who took her are traveling north with her."
Tobias shuffles in his pocket and pulls out a small silver coin, One side is etched a spade and the other a heart. He looks at the side with the heart and says
"Lira what did you get into"
He then heads north towards the town the winged man directed.
For a second, you continue on, having been given no response. Then a shout and a splash --- the sound of a large object landing far below --- catch your ears. You turn around --- and no sing of Milla, but, far below, you hear a frantic splashing and shouting --- she's fallen.
"Help! Help!" her echoing voice cries, fainter and fainter as she splashes around wildly.
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Kyvir hears the splash but doesn't quite think anything quite of it at first, but once he starts to hear the cries for help, he quickly rushes over to the well. He peeks over the edge and looks to see Milla. If she sees him, he'd quickly look at the well to make sure it's wide enough for a large creature.
(If it is, he'd Wild Shape into a Giant Lizard, climb down the edge. Allow Milla to grab hold of him, then climb back out.)
(If it isn't, he'd try and see if it's big enough for him to fly down, then fly back up with her in his arms.)
I don't have a signature.
Kyvir, you look down the well, and there Milla is --- wildly paddling, just barely floating. Your skin greens and twists as you leap down the hole, now skittering, lizard-like. She grasps onto your body, her wet hands struggling to find some purchase, and you begin to climb out as rapidly as possible, your pads even slipping on the wet, slick stone. It's a tough journey in a lizard's body, and you struggle, muscles straining as you climb ever upwards towards the light above.
(OOC: An Athletics check, please)
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Aydlott snorts as he tosses down 2 copper of his own. "Well, let's do some good, then, shall we lads? And, Vulcan, keep your money... you being least able to work of all of us, it's our good duty to support you. But to do that, we've got to make some money. Thank you, lass," he says to the waitress, flashing her a winning smile. The smile almost a matter of routine rather than flirting--he's not that handsome, and it's clear from the lack of passion in the expression that he struggles to maintain much interest in the ladies these days. Indeed, his fate twined with one has nearly consumed his life...and stands to consume it utterly in the space of less than a year.
Aydlott turns to his companions. "Heart-break farm?" Even the name seems to match his frame of mind. "Sounds right up my alley. And, I'm sure it's more of these ferocious, difficult fae creatures. Let's go!"
Assuming they were able to get directions there, Aydlott fetches his horse from the stable as the group prepares to leave, and courteously offers Vulcan to ride him to the farm.
Kravik nods in agreement and walks alongside them to the farm. He does make a mental note that he will need to find himself a horse strong enough to carry him. But maybe after he has some money.
Vulcan rides the horse, eyes tired, sighing occasionally as he watches the scenery.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
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(I feel Acrobatics makes more sense here, but here is my roll.)
18
+2 for Athletics
+1 for Acrobatics
I don't have a signature.
(OOC: Either way, it'll work.)
Kyvir, you climb up and away, valiantly struggling to the finish --- in this case, the warm sky above you and ground below. You roll Milla out onto the ground, where she lies for a few seconds, eyes open, breathing heavily. She coughs once, twice, then spits out a stream of dirty water --- vibrantly all the greens and blues of the murkiness below.
Then, she reaches up and draws you into a hug. "Thank you," she whispers, slightly crying. "Thank you."
Kravik, Vulcan, Aydlott ---- directions to Heart-break Farm are not hard to find, as it appears that this aging father is a known figure around town. Departing town, Vulcan and Aydlott mounted while Kravik strolls beside them, you find yourselves upon a long road, going straight off into the horizon. Towering pines stand on your right, while to your right-hand side, beautiful, blossoming flowers and plants grow amid the fields and farms.
After a two hours' journey, by which you can barely see the town miles behind you, you arrive ---- a small, wooden plaque engraved with the words "Heart-break Farm" marks the beginning of a winding path that leads up a hill to a small house. Around the house lie all sorts of plants ---- while there are trees growing in parts of this farm, radiant patches of flowers grow as well, along with the traditional farmers' crop --- corn --- growing in large fields on the other side of the hill.
As you approach, a man exits the house, heading towards you. He carries a large, rusted pitchfork and is dressed in rugged, weathered clothes. For an old man, he strikes an impressive figure --- dark-skinned, he bears the heavy muscles which come with hard work and stands at least seven feet tall. When his voice sounds out, it sounds like a rolling earthquake, rumbling across the land --- "Who are you?"
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Still enough under the buzz of the ale to enjoy the countryside as they ride along, Aydlott chats pleasantly with his new friends. "It's a fair countryside, I'll give it that. We sure didn't have flowers like this in Mare. So tell me, Vulcan, where are you from? Where did you learn to read? Handy skill, that. I never picked it up myself. I was a guard, from a long line of guardsmen. None aspired to anything better. It would have been all right, except..."
By the end of the journey Aydlott's temporary escape has thoroughly worn off--leaving him in a worse mood, as it often does. The last half hour or so finds him fairly silent, brooding on his fate and not looking at the flowers.
As they ride up to the small house, Aydlott addresses the farmer, perfectly official. "Good day, Sir. We met your daughter in the tavern in town, and she said you could use some help around the farm. We're in need of some coin, and she said you might have something of a pest problem. Anything we might be able to help you with?"