R1: Hired Hands (nimisgod judging)

[Dungannon]

"No, the caravan wasn't there when we went to bed that night. One of the watchmen said the caravan probably travelled nonstop because of the other attacks. Didn't do 'em any good, though, did it?" The farmer looks out over his fields, lost in thought for a moment.

"I just remembered something. Horses. There weren't any horses with the caravan when I got there."

 

[LogicsFate]

"You mean no bodies? Was there anything other than a burning wagon and bodies when you got there in the morning?"

OOC: [sblock]Sense motive +2, Is this guy hiding anything?[/sblock]

 

[IcyCool]

Gideon's cheeks flush and he clamps his mouth shut, realizing that he isn't helping matters any.

 

[Patlin]

"I just remembered something. Horses. There weren't any horses with the caravan when I got there."

"No horses, but horse drawn wagons? Perhaps the bandits looted the horses from them, then?"

Looking around, Tor checks for any obvious sign of passage. Surely a group of bandits leading a bunch of stolen horses ought to have left some sign, even for those without any talent in discovering it.

"Someday I ought to take the time to learn something about tracking." He mutters as he looks about.

 

[Dungannon]

"Nothing but the burning wagon and the bodies when I got there. You're probably right, the bandits must've took the horses with them."

Just then, Micah and woman, most likely his mother, exit the house and approach the group. The woman gives the farmer a concerned look, "Lorne, I'm getting worried. Garrett isn't back from Allimon yet."

She looks over the travelers, "Hello, sirs."

Lorne looks up to the sun then back to his wife, "You're right, he should've been back by now, and I need to get that shipment over to Mr. Travers' place today."

He looks back over to the group, "Excuse me, but I'm having a bit of a dilemna. My horse threw a shoe yesterday. I sent my oldest boy to Allimon last night to fetch a farrier and bring him back first thing this morning. Knowing that boy, he's probably sleeping in a common house in the merchant district."

Valan:[sblock]As far as you can tell, the farmer is telling the truth with no deception.[/sblock]

 

[Dungannon]

ooc: I'm leaving in the morning for vacation. My Internet availability will be spotty at best until Monday the 10th. I'll try to get on at least a couple of times this week to check up, but I can't promise any major advancements to the story until I return home.

 

[IcyCool]

Gideon joins Tor in looking for some sort of tracks.

He seems a bit distracted, and quietly asks Tor, "You said something about undergoing a change before. What do you know about it?" Then, the questions begin to pour out in a flood, "Why do you embrace it? Does it not feel as though it will consume you if you give in?"

 

[Patlin]

He seems a bit distracted, and quietly asks Tor, "You said something about undergoing a change before. What do you know about it?" Then, the questions begin to pour out in a flood, "Why do you embrace it? Does it not feel as though it will consume you if you give in?"

"Consume me?" Tor frowns. "Your transformation seems more violent than my own. The power leant to my father through my grandfather lies dormant within me, but I do not see its awakening as anything to dread. We live in a violent world, and I hope to use the strength I discover within myself to protect my loved ones."

"Do you know the source of the power that transforms you?"

 

[IcyCool]

"Do you know the source of the power that transforms you?"

Gideon's brow furrows and he says, "No ... All I see when I dream about it is fire." He sighs, "I think that I must master it, before it masters me. But it is ... difficult sometimes."

 

[LogicsFate]

"Excuse me, but I'm having a bit of a dilemna. My horse threw a shoe yesterday. I sent my oldest boy to Allimon last night to fetch a farrier and bring him back first thing this morning. Knowing that boy, he's probably sleeping in a common house in the merchant district."

"Well thank you for the information, we'll be back around in a few days, hopefully" Valan stands to leave, but thinks better of it "Where's mister Traver's place?"