Lysia steps to the side immediately after entering, clearing the path while she stands still and looks around, taking in what she can see of the building. After a few moments of getting her bearings, she heads over to the bulletin board, seeing what is publicly posted before bothering to ask questions of the people here.
Lanith pauses for a few moments to take in her surroundings. Then she makes her way to the bulletin board.
You move to the bulletin board in unison, echoing each other’s steps perfectly.
Most of the board is filled with missing person reports. At the top of each is a detailed artist sketch of face and profile, followed by a name and description, along with last known location and a token reward. Said rewards are universally small, something closer to what you would expect from finding a lost pet then a lost person, with many offering only a service or gratitude. Much of the remaining space is occupied by ads for things the typical adventurer needs. A single bounty poster can be found under some of the missing person posters, easily missed do to their similar structure.
George waves at the cloaked person.
"Hey there friend! We're adventurers that are soon going out to try to stop the Etherwind, so we would like ask some questions in prepartion beforehand. You don't need to answer if the questions are too intruding and you feel uncomfortable.
Starting off, firstly just for confirmation, are you from Watchtower? How long ago did the Etherwind show up? Did everyone flee the village or, are there any missing or those that stayed behind for whatsoever reasons? Can you give your account of the Etherwind? We are looking into travelling to Watchtower for investigative purposes, so are there additional information that would be helpful? Things like any nearby other villages or general dangers present in the area."
Turning his head towards the adventurers with him.
"Any other questions you guys feel like asking for our good friend here?"
He pauses before answering, his voice seemingly uncorrupted. “Yes…I was from Watchtower. The wind came two weeks ago, we abandoned the town last week. We are missing many…people who couldn’t get to shelter in time, people who…stopped being themselves and ran to protect others, some who just vanished in the confusion. Good people. People we couldn’t run the village without. It is empty now. Those people…are all probably dead.”
He paused for breath, panting heavily. His miasma oder increases. “I was out hunting when it hit. Knew what the blood rain meant but couldn’t do much about it aside from hide in a nearby cave and pray. Wind swept above me, a bit got in the cave and I felt myself change. It is like having your soul flogged. Nearby villages…none left. Not within a days walk at least. Danger…monsters sometimes. Nothing big gets this close to Mulligan but we had to put bounties out for tough ones some years back. Nothing yo worry about…if you can fight…”
After some more heavy breathing, he adds “…unless wind….returns….”