Character Sheet
Day 1
<Month?> - <Year?> - Midday
You choose not to impede the redheaded fellow, who takes the axe with a chirp of a laughter. What a strangely merry individual; you imagine his everlasting grin may be the cause for his small, squinted eyes.
You move toward the brown-eyed man, whereas the others around him part to let you pass. He dismisses the majority of the militia; leaving remaining you, himself, the cheerful near-dwarf and two others. The wirey lad returns at that point, bearing a bundle of cloth - he joins the retinue.
After a moment's grace at lowered weapon-point, you pull on the baggy clothes; a simple tunic and just-as-well trousers, neither of any magnificent appearance in design or colour - though they're beginning to itch already.
The troupe exit the alleyway and begin through the village. Old men narrow their weak eyes and crimple their wrinkled upper lip in your direction in passing, whilst children run past without taking notice at all. You soon reach a small thatched house presumably at the centre of the village, where the Brown eyed man fetches food and water for the little they can spare. The band make smalltalk of village affairs that seem to hold no importance; regaling in gossip of disfortune of weather and village affairs, the brown-eyed man paying few words to the topics, though you notice he continues to watch you with some interest.
Though you hold no desire, need or feeling toward it, you eventually finish your small feast to avoid suspicion, where the room falls silent with the clatter of your wooden spoon on the wooden bowl, all eyes turned toward you. This is likely your best opportunity to speak, if you so wishes, lest you let another speak first.
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