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<blockquote data-quote="GlassEye" data-source="post: 6028023" data-attributes="member: 40413">The woman smiles at the mention of Elaine and her whole countenance changes with the expression from guarded suspicion to outright welcome.&quot;Elaine!?&nbsp; How wonderful!&nbsp; That white cloak of hers still treating her right?&quot;&nbsp; By this time the field workers are approaching and she calls out to them.&nbsp; &quot;Friends of Elaine's from Venza here and willing to exchange news!&nbsp; Set up some tables on the green.&quot;Turning back to Lem and the others she continues though a shadow of worry has crossed her features.&nbsp; &quot;Worrisome 'bout Malcolm.&nbsp; And Rochelle's little ones gone missing, too, but you'll hear all about that soon enough.&nbsp; We'll get you a bit of wine to keep your throats wetted and enough food to satisfy you.&nbsp; Land round here is rich; I'm sure the food'll be to your liking.&quot;It doesn't take long for the villagers to drag plank benches and trestle tables out onto the small open space that serves as the village green, get them set up, and get the visitors to their town seated and fed.&nbsp; As promised the food is excellent: hearty root vegetables and tender meats in a thick flavorful sauce.&nbsp; As Lem, Tasanto, Dolgrin, and Menik eat, the crowd of villagers plant torch-holders around the green in preparation for dark.&nbsp; Stragglers arrive herding their families with them until it seems nearly the entire village is present and waiting for the news as if it were an evening at the Venza Opera House.&nbsp; For these simple, isolated people the value of the entertainment is likely much the same.&nbsp; Eventually, after your news is told, the villagers seem willing to tell their own news and answer any questions you might have.&quot;Odd doings,&quot; begins a village ancient you've learned everyone calls Pate the Younger.&nbsp; His shrunken, hunched body and bald, age-spotted head make you wonder how old Pate the Elder must be.&nbsp; The villagers nod in agreement and with one exception look worried and dismayed.&nbsp; That exception is a wild-haired woman with a blotched face likely red from crying dressed in unkempt clothing who keeps to the edge of the crowd and whose attention often strays to the darkness beyond the light of the torches.[GM]Perception checks with your next posts, please.[/GM]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="GlassEye, post: 6028023, member: 40413"] The woman smiles at the mention of Elaine and her whole countenance changes with the expression from guarded suspicion to outright welcome. [color=tan]"Elaine!? How wonderful! That white cloak of hers still treating her right?"[/color] By this time the field workers are approaching and she calls out to them. [color=tan]"Friends of Elaine's from Venza here and willing to exchange news! Set up some tables on the green."[/color] Turning back to Lem and the others she continues though a shadow of worry has crossed her features. [color=tan]"Worrisome 'bout Malcolm. And Rochelle's little ones gone missing, too, but you'll hear all about that soon enough. We'll get you a bit of wine to keep your throats wetted and enough food to satisfy you. Land round here is rich; I'm sure the food'll be to your liking."[/color] It doesn't take long for the villagers to drag plank benches and trestle tables out onto the small open space that serves as the village green, get them set up, and get the visitors to their town seated and fed. As promised the food is excellent: hearty root vegetables and tender meats in a thick flavorful sauce. As Lem, Tasanto, Dolgrin, and Menik eat, the crowd of villagers plant torch-holders around the green in preparation for dark. Stragglers arrive herding their families with them until it seems nearly the entire village is present and waiting for the news as if it were an evening at the Venza Opera House. For these simple, isolated people the value of the entertainment is likely much the same. Eventually, after your news is told, the villagers seem willing to tell their own news and answer any questions you might have. [color=lightsteelblue]"Odd doings,"[/color] begins a village ancient you've learned everyone calls Pate the Younger. His shrunken, hunched body and bald, age-spotted head make you wonder how old Pate the Elder must be. The villagers nod in agreement and with one exception look worried and dismayed. That exception is a wild-haired woman with a blotched face likely red from crying dressed in unkempt clothing who keeps to the edge of the crowd and whose attention often strays to the darkness beyond the light of the torches. [GM]Perception checks with your next posts, please.[/GM] [/QUOTE]

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