Friadoc
Explorer
With that a renewed vigor and drive fuels your push back toward Camlin Shore and Way, the injured longshoreman encumbering yet not a burden.
Alacrity edges with caution, that is the foreboding feeling pressing at each of you as your travel takes to the route that is both safe and short. Several times the feeling of eyes upon your back causes an itch between your shoulder blades, but upon inspection there is no one behind you.
Somehow, though, that is not a reassuring feeling.
Once you draw nearer to the township and river port, it is obvious that all is safer than you expect, or at least unmolested. Folk notice your arrival, yet not the trepidation and caution of your approach. The call quickly goes out, both at your return and that of your carrying an injured person.
For the townfolk, you are returned heroes and many hands clap your backs, and voices raise good cheer and luck your way. A healer and apprentice take your burden from you, noting his wounds and commenting how vital your care was to helping him survive to this point.
Much pomp and circumstance is raised, promises of drinks and meals are made, as well as the desire to hear more of what happened, yet the folk return, after a time, to their days leaving you all to your thoughts.
To the town it is a brief lapse in their normal lives, with you all as the helpful folk. But, to you all, it has the feeling of a calm before the storm.
Whatever, whomever left the dugouts have not attacked the township, nor has word of them found its way here. This begs the questions of not only why, who, and where, but also what and when...
Alacrity edges with caution, that is the foreboding feeling pressing at each of you as your travel takes to the route that is both safe and short. Several times the feeling of eyes upon your back causes an itch between your shoulder blades, but upon inspection there is no one behind you.
Somehow, though, that is not a reassuring feeling.
Once you draw nearer to the township and river port, it is obvious that all is safer than you expect, or at least unmolested. Folk notice your arrival, yet not the trepidation and caution of your approach. The call quickly goes out, both at your return and that of your carrying an injured person.
For the townfolk, you are returned heroes and many hands clap your backs, and voices raise good cheer and luck your way. A healer and apprentice take your burden from you, noting his wounds and commenting how vital your care was to helping him survive to this point.
Much pomp and circumstance is raised, promises of drinks and meals are made, as well as the desire to hear more of what happened, yet the folk return, after a time, to their days leaving you all to your thoughts.
To the town it is a brief lapse in their normal lives, with you all as the helpful folk. But, to you all, it has the feeling of a calm before the storm.
Whatever, whomever left the dugouts have not attacked the township, nor has word of them found its way here. This begs the questions of not only why, who, and where, but also what and when...
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