Halfling Quest OOC
Halfling Quest RG
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The sun beats down, a nice hot morning near the end of summer. Harvest should be coming in soon, and with harvest comes Festival, a thought that some of you relish more than others.
Similar to most other mornings in Amblestock, the town is quiet. The fishers already having been on the lake since before dawn, the farmers going through their daily routines of feeding their animals and checking their crops. The clang of Veryl's hammer on the anvil keeps a steady rhythm, like a water clock ticking. A few of the townsfolk are traveling in between the small shops which provide basic supplies. Some of the younger children play near the common well, kicking a small round sack filled with grains of rice back and forth between them.
Each of you was informed when you woke up, either by a small hand-written note or from your parents, that Mero wanted to have a word with you at noon. You are supposed to meet him at the Silver Horn Tavern within the hour.
Halfling Quest RG
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The sun beats down, a nice hot morning near the end of summer. Harvest should be coming in soon, and with harvest comes Festival, a thought that some of you relish more than others.
Similar to most other mornings in Amblestock, the town is quiet. The fishers already having been on the lake since before dawn, the farmers going through their daily routines of feeding their animals and checking their crops. The clang of Veryl's hammer on the anvil keeps a steady rhythm, like a water clock ticking. A few of the townsfolk are traveling in between the small shops which provide basic supplies. Some of the younger children play near the common well, kicking a small round sack filled with grains of rice back and forth between them.
Each of you was informed when you woke up, either by a small hand-written note or from your parents, that Mero wanted to have a word with you at noon. You are supposed to meet him at the Silver Horn Tavern within the hour.