InserYou sit and rest against the namu.
You feel
2 other power draining away, and you also feel yourself gaining
1 power.
The raven notes, "
Maybe you should get a move on. Who knows when someone would stumble in on you ...
Salden"
I suppose you'll have to get out of this basin. It's all too easy to find you here. I suggest going to the north village ... I have my sources - and they tell me some of the others are going there."
ThokiYou are waken by someone shaking you. You groggily get up, and notice that two men who are armed and armored in thick leather are shaking you. They seem to have lived a rough life, judging by their numerous scars and their muscles. They each have a mace on their belts, dented and scratched from long use.
"
Boy, y'know'f there's a ... whadyasay, uh, a colored wooden totem? We really needta find them."
MierYou look around while filling your waterskin at one of the founts in the temple plaza. You notice that some men who have a red scale image on their shields enter or exit the temple, and that other men who seem to be of the same organization are spreading out into the city. You can see that they each go in groups of three, knocking on every single door in the city and asking some brief questions. You have never seen this many armored men, who are all unfamiliar faces and thus outsiders.
The left atrium is inside the temple complex.
AileYou head out of the forest.
"
Hmm, well, I am called ... or rather, you may call me Nnaranha."
The village is reached by noon.
"
I suppose you should go to the north village, because I know that some of the others are likewise headed there... and anyways, the north is the easiest way to get out of the basin. They have a road, I believe."
AzthorThe blacksmith of the north village is a man with white hair, but a sharp face and a well-built body, perhaps due to many years of hammering bits of metal.
He is dutifully hammering today, too. The loud sound of the anvil was a factor in him relocating to a couple hundred feet from the main village. Beside him, his daughter, a lively-looking tanned woman, who has straw-colored hair hastily lashed into a ponytail, is polishing what seems to be a dagger.
Jacques (alias James)The men look at each other, before the center one speaks again.
"
I see you know him. Thank you, citizen, for confirming a prior report by le bartender. If we catch that dangerous man, we shall reward your dutifulness. Good night."
The man inclines his head and turns.
The men depart and clunk towards the temple.