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Message: <blockquote data-quote="sunshadow21" data-source="post: 5439690" data-attributes="member: 6667193">The younger man, the gentleman who made the comment, scowls at you as you walk up and address him, "What do you care? You can dry off, continue on, and forget about this god forsaken road. Meanwhile, there will be those of us left behind to tend the grave." He clearly is rather disillusioned about his lot in life, and continues on to complain about everything from the weather to the authorities in Venza who refuse to maintain the road or encourage trade to his neighbor's cow who keeps breaking into his field and eating the wheat. He continues on for about 5 minutes on this vein until his father finally chimes in, "Quit your bellyaching; neither these travelers, nor any of the other travelers here want to hear your complaints. For that matter, I doubt many of the locals do either. Old Man Johnson's son took the easy way out 25 years ago, and last we heard about him was that he was a drunken sot relying on the mercy of those who take care of him in order to prevent his father's memory any further disgrace. If you want to end up like that, be my guest, but don't expect any handouts from me or my friends; my memory will do just fine irregardless of what you do." Having thoroughly chastised his grown son in public, something that didn't seem to phase him a bit, he turns to you, "You'll have to forgive my son and his fellow complainers. They know nothing about what this road once was and could easily be again, so they whine and moan at the slightest setback, forgetting that this road has seen worse and recovered time and time again." At this rebuke, the son recovers his backbone and proceeds to light up an argument with his father that quickly spreads to all of the locals as all of them seem to vent a lot of pent up frustration at once. Git Git, sitting at the bar, you see Eldrick sigh as he is subjected to yet another local tirade about local affairs. The travelers all gather together in a corner, trying to use each other as shields as they are both terrified and morbidly curious as to the conditions that could set off an entire room so quickly. Only the older man, and a few others, stay quiet during the whole thing. It is clear to all that life in this region is not going well. The argument only ends when Shortbottom stands up and says, "I am in agreement with Tamric; there is enough hot air in this place to keep everyone's homes warm the entire winter. How about all you whiners get off your butts, and do something productive with your energy?" With those words and solid "You will rebuild and move on, and you will like it" looks from the old timers in the room, about a dozen men, including Tamric's son, finally get up and follow Shortbottom out the door to begin rebuilding the bridge. Those who remain fall silent as they lose themselves in their thoughts. Eldrick looks up briefly as they leave, plainly relieved at the diversion of their energies.[ooc]You may attempt Diplomacy rolls again if you wish, though the DC will be higher this time to reflect the moods of the locals. [/ooc]</blockquote>

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