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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jkason" data-source="post: 5558263" data-attributes="member: 2710">"Would have been two days ago," Ryall responds. "Took most of the day getting here, and then I had to load off my cargo to the caravan, who weren't none too happy, then head back. Had to camp for a bit or poor Maisy like to have expired. Then spent the morning trying to get the constable to listen, then gathering you lot."[sblock=Relic]Nothing exotic of note in the garden: vegetables, some berries, herbs. It's clear the planting is a sustenence garden, though: enough of each vegetable and herb to feed about one person with a bit left over for canning and preserves.[/sblock]Meanwhile, Kazanto begins rooting in the mud of the dirt foundation as Daylily makes his way to where Quioan has found a track. Once he's pointed it out to his wilder kin, the elf wizard turns his sight on their client.[sblock=Kazanto]At first it seems Kazanto has found nothing but a mess, but as she nears the far edge of the foundation, near where Quioan found stray footprints, she uncovers a small blue gem. There don't appear to be any distinctive markings on it, but it does shine quite nicely. [/sblock][sblock=Quioan]From the size, you can tell the footprint belongs to an adult humanoid, but it's in a boot, so you can't tell much more about him or her.Dane, too, yields little new information. The spell reveals him to be as mundane as he has thus far presented himself. If he used, carried, or was affected by magic, there's no evidence of it at present.[/sblock] [sblock=Daylily]The garden is all common vegetables and herbs, all in sprouting stages; nothing's been planted long enough to be fresh or edible for most folks, though Daylily's standards for same aren't like most folks; there's nothing poisonous, at least. He does notice that the richness of the soil and nature of the sprouts suggest this is a new garden. It probably hasn't been here for much more than a week.Now that Quioan has found and pointed out the tracks, Daylily can tell they head off toward the west.[/sblock]In the midst of all this activity comes a rather loud shout from the road. "What the hells is going on here?"A large, broad-shouldered man in simple peasant clothes, covered in road dust, sits atop a sturdy work horse, its saddlebags looking rather full. He hops down from the horse, then catches sight of Dane Ryall. His already-clear anger doubles, and he tromps forward, face going red as he points and shouts, "You! Where the hells is my house?""Your house?" Despite being at least a foot shorter and half the weight of the other man, Dane starts tromping to meet him. "It were my house, didn't I already tell you, and don't you go pretending, I know you up and hid it away! So you tell me where it is!"It's clear that if someone doesn't step in, things are about to get ugly.</blockquote>

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