**He surveyed the village, looking for anything out of the ordinary... or really at all interesting.**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**It was hard to tell from this distance, but it looked like a pretty ordinary foothills village. It mostly looked to be a village square, a market area and a few large, somewhat plain buildings; maybe a tavern and something like a town hall. It seemed likely that most of the townsfolk actually lived on surrounding farms.**
Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**Before long, they'd been led into a charming little village, quite unlike the more advanced lowland cities. Things seemed quiet at the moment, a few older ladies tending small stalls in the market as a few children played tug-of-war with a massive puppy as large as any of them. Dany seemed rather bored by it all.**
Dany - "That's the foothills for you. Same perfectly dull little villages. Until the sky vomits an iceberg, or the oscarans decide they need cattle. Blah. Oh well."
Dany - "Nineteen years of it was enough for me, at least for now. Well, at least this isn't my village, so it's a little different. The town hall looks slightly bigger. Less windows though. So there's that."
Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
"Fantastic. Let's get that beer back to the dustup and have a glass to celebrate!" Olo said as he moved towards the tavern keeping an eye out for odd behaviors around him.
**Nothing seemed out of the ordinary whatsoever as Olo led them onward.
Inside they found a snug, warm tavern, a great fire roaring in a stone fireplace to fight off any chills that might have made their way to any of the sturdy oak tables. A few shepherds had parked themselves at various seats, taking in a pipe of tobacco and keeping their company as a powerfully built woman went about the business of rehanging a painting of an outlandishly regal man that had been tipped over. It was a picturesque scene, but they couldn't help but notice that everyone seemed a bit glum.**
"Good day to you all! We have come to make a delivery of Prontus's Pale back to The Dustup in Ash. From the looks of things though, you all seem to be rather sad. Mind if I ask why?" Olo said cheerfully as he waited in the door area for their guide to get the delivery.
Guard - "Yessir, there she is. Made good time, too."
**He surveyed the village, looking for anything out of the ordinary... or really at all interesting.**
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Édouard - "Not a lot of choices anyway."
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Guard - "Not jus' any beer! Prontus's Pale, the best nip south of the High Mountains; one of Paidric's cousins brews it around here."
Acelin's Characters (since her sig won't work).
Dany - "It's the beer they serve at The Dustup; you've probably had it before. Not that it isn't great; it definitely is."
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Guard - "Maybe. Lotta Prontuses out here."
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Guard - "No need for all tha'; we know where we're pickin' the stuff up in town. S'not some big mystery."
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Dany - "That's the foothills for you. Same perfectly dull little villages. Until the sky vomits an iceberg, or the oscarans decide they need cattle. Blah. Oh well."
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Acelin's Characters (since her sig won't work).
Guard - "That's the place, then."
Acelin's Characters (since her sig won't work).
Inside they found a snug, warm tavern, a great fire roaring in a stone fireplace to fight off any chills that might have made their way to any of the sturdy oak tables. A few shepherds had parked themselves at various seats, taking in a pipe of tobacco and keeping their company as a powerfully built woman went about the business of rehanging a painting of an outlandishly regal man that had been tipped over. It was a picturesque scene, but they couldn't help but notice that everyone seemed a bit glum.**
Acelin's Characters (since her sig won't work).
The woman cleared her throat.**
Woman - "Right, my cousin's order...I'll just...go an' get that."
**She turned around, popping open a door to retrieve their casks from the back room.**