Ahh yes. *He nods well puffing out another cloud of smoke.* That is a grand way to view things indeed. So would you ladies and gents care to wander back into the tavern for a drink or two? I have just returned from an adventure over seas and am in need of a stiff drink or three. *He smirks to himself.*
Around the Corner from the Hanged Man
JoeNotCharles
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As the crowd moves off, an oak standing by the side of the road shakes itself and slits of eyes open in its bark. Ironheart looks around, stretches, and disentangles his roots from the pavement. "All gone," he grumbles to himself. "Where are they going?" He picks up his longaxe and lurches into motion, stumping along after the group.
When he sees them entering the doorway, he stops short and gapes. "That - whatever it is - it's made from the bodies of trees! And they're all going INSIDE the bodies!" He hesitates. "I've come to an evil place. But if this is where I'm destined to find a new grove, I'll need to fit in and follow their ways. Maybe the dead groves need guardians too?" He moves towards the threshold and stops again. "No, I'm not ready for this..." He takes up a position by the roadside and lapses into immobility again.
When he sees them entering the doorway, he stops short and gapes. "That - whatever it is - it's made from the bodies of trees! And they're all going INSIDE the bodies!" He hesitates. "I've come to an evil place. But if this is where I'm destined to find a new grove, I'll need to fit in and follow their ways. Maybe the dead groves need guardians too?" He moves towards the threshold and stops again. "No, I'm not ready for this..." He takes up a position by the roadside and lapses into immobility again.
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