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Message: <blockquote data-quote="97mg" data-source="post: 7346872" data-attributes="member: 6799460">Otiroth & MeteaOtiroth & Metea: Arrol and his daughter clearly appreciate the showing of interest and lending of ears. Odd to them perhaps, that a farmer from distant lands might have something to tell.Dira had started this, and her father could have shut it down, but the choice was made not to. What harm could come? Perhaps something or someone in this town had an answer, or explanation to save their livelihood.The horn of the tower was deadly silent. Names aren't created, they arrive of their own will. Was it four years ago that people had waited some hours for the call? Much like a babe, there was no way to know when the name would finally join it's place on the world.Wandering at a relaxed pace towards the tower’s grounds, Arrol spoke further.  Words chosen carefully in the presence of his child.“Our farm is a small one, a flat plot where yams and kollock roots enjoy ample soil and few, if any pests. Around us, neighbors tend to hardy vegetables or graze stock for wools, furs and meats.” “There are struggles sometimes, with the odd carnivorous beast descending from the hills, or wild dogs as one might expect. Never caused me worry. Only rabbits seem to share a liking for my pasture.”He squeezes Dira’s hand and smiles to her apologetically. A sore point?“Some months back my friends complained of finding stock dead. Dry and still as if baked in the sun. But no great wounds, no tears to flesh, just small umm, holes sometimes. It was weeks before a shed skin was found, and then more and more. A long layer of flesh with more legs than man can count, well a yam-man can anyway. Some folks say they’ve seen them at night, wandering across their land, but I haven’t yet. Patty’s mother, a friend of Dira’s did visit not so long ago, and their troubles dare I say, sounded serious.”The sun is creeping well above the horizon now, golden light brewing behind the shade of the ominous tower. To the north though, the sky isn’t it's usual airy sea of wondrous blue. It almost seems like painted tones of pink and yellow.“Look at the sky father,” Dira asks pointing back the direction they’ve come.“One thing is sure,” Arrol continues, “there is more to see on this Isle than a farming man might ever know.”</blockquote>

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