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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ambrus" data-source="post: 2266728" data-attributes="member: 17691"><img src="http://img225.echo.cx/img225/2918/amberleamap6tt.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Jacoby smiles calmly and thanks Blum for the advice and rides off towards the green. As he continues along while being ignored by most of the humans, Jacoby frowns. Humans... I've never seen so many before; few enough of them ever bother coming to Amberlea. I seem to remember there were more of them when I was a child, during the war, when they would come through town on their way to or from Caldwynn's Pass. They're a little hard to get used to; giant-kin some call them. Even the 'boy' I just met was more than my equal in height. But Blum still has a child's proportions with what seems to be a too-large head for a too-narrow a pair of shoulders. I just have to get used to meeting strange folk if I'm to keep traveling like this. But look at the way they've organized themselves to harvest wood. If the Tulgey elves of old saw them like this they'd weep I think. I mean, we harvest some wood in Amberlea on occasion, but not quite so... deliberately. Jacoby pulls his cloak collar closer around his neck and continues along the earthen path feeling rather alone and lost.Jacoby is at first shocked to see the poor wretch before him. His face quickly flushes red in shame. He'd just been thinking about how humans were too tall and, as if the Powers had heard his thoughts, was here confronted with what he'd wished to see: an adult human shorter than he. Sliding off his saddle he stands before the beggar looking down upon him. Suddenly self-conscious of his height, Jacoby slumps forward. A feeling of guilt begins to form in the pit of his stomach, as if his silly and selfish thoughts were somehow responsible for the man's condition. Then, Jacoby suddenly remembers his dream, the chapel, its engraved lintel spelling out that one word: Charity. The crippled man is a sign; a herald from the Powers. Jacoby suddenly feels humbled. He tries to regain his composure and smiles in what he hopes is a warm and friendly manner.Well, uh... goodman. I've been blessed with some very good hunting on the road and still have a good rack and haunch of elk with me; far too much for Amber and me to eat by ourselves. I've also a wedge of cheese and some double-baked bread left. Mayhaps we can share a meal together. Do you know of some place we can find a fire to warm ourselves and perhaps some shelter for the night? My name is Jacoby... uh, of Amberlea. Jacoby extends his arm to the man in greeting.Jacoby will be willing to spend some silver to pay for shelter for the three of them if the beggar can indeed suggest some place willing to accommodate them. If not, then Jacoby will offer to make camp in some naturally sheltered area and build a campfire for the three of them to share. Jacoby is a little curious to know the man's story and how he lost his legs. He'd also like to talk to him about his dream, the chapel and perhaps learn a little about Cumberland at the same time if the man is willing to talk to him.</blockquote>

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