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When Snobbles can be found at Bendir Dale, generally at the back near the woods, he would be practicing with sword and shield, bow, general weights and endurance exercises.

A very pretty, young blonde haired halfling, new to these parts, ambles back into the relative safety of Bendir Dale. Her silvery armor with green accents is stained with blood, gore, and some other questionable liquids. She plops down by the fountain and tugs off her helm, laying it on the ground. She then sets down her shield and bloodied sword too. She then does something odd, something you'd never expect from one looking like they just fought the battle of their life. She smiled. A grin so big and so genuine that it alone could light the whole of Bendir Dale for the day. Still grinning, she set about cleaning her gear, then removed her armor, and cleaned that as well. Soon after, she could be found sitting at the bar in the Hin Inn, her feet swinging as she sat, eating a sandwich of cinnamon and cheese, and drinking a tall glass of milk. She was wearing a dress, well, a skirt outfit, in purple, and she seemed very cautious not to spill anything on it. Anyone who passed her received a warm, genuine smile and a "Hiya!", from the milk moustachioed halfling.

Though only in Bendir for a few days, the blonde haired halfling known as Nyla isn't hiding her presence one bit. She's introduced herself to everyone she sees, and made her way around the town, getting to know the locals. On a sunny afternoon, she makes her way to the bridge behind Town Hall, plops down, hanging her legs over the side, and pulls out a leather book, just a bit bigger than her hand. She then reaches in her rucksack for a writing quill and a bottle of ink. She sticks the end of the quill between her lips and flips through the pages of the book, which are completely blank. She then stares at the cover, with special attention to a little area in the middle where you're supposed to put a title or your name. After a moment or two, she smiles and begins writing on the cover, "Walk softly and carry a big stick.". On the next line, "The Memoirs of Nyla Greenspan.".

"Yup! I like it, so would Pa."

She then opens the cover, and looks at that first page, knowing this was the moment that would make or break her story. The first words, the first thoughts. She smiled again, and began writing, the ideas simply flowing, the words coming easily. Before she knew it, she'd written a few pages and was pretty satisfied with what she wrote. She then blew on the ink to dry it, and closed the book, musing to herself at the adventures she would have in this new home of hers.

Nyla makes her way between the different merchants of the Dale, buying and selling various things she found and trying on new equipment. Finally, she finds a cloak. Not just any cloak, a very pretty cloak, and she drapes it over her shoulders, a giggle erupting from her as she does.

"I'll take it!", she exclaims.

After some dying and alterations of her new gear, she heads straight to the Hin Inn, and orders a cheese sandwich and a glass of milk as she hops on a stool at the bar. She smiles and swings her feet that don't quite reach the floor as she eats her lunch. She leaves a message with Fendel that if her friend Pim came looking for her, to please come wake her up from her nap. Once done with her lunch, she heads up the stairs to her room.

While things are going on outside of Bendir Dale, a young chatty Hin is seen passing by the roads of the settlement chatting with Dunkir the Limp still trying to convince him to sell her stacks of Alchemist Fire instead of just selling them individually.

Regular visitors to the wall of the town normally see her heading north towards Amia Forest or East towards the Skull Crags. However, recently she has been heading West more often. Some of the locals say that the Mylocks hold fort there and a few who recognize the black-clothed female Halfling warn her of the dangers the West of Bendir Dale provides. She simply smiles and laughs.

A young Hin resident spied on her once just inside the border between the Dale and the Mylock Hills during one of her sudden trips. Quickly, this fellow returned to the Hin Inn claiming that the female Halfling has been seen teasing and fighting Mylocks. Sometimes even playing practical jokes on them such as laying traps that could maim or stun an animal. While others say that the black-clothed Hin plays a very dangerous game with Mylocks, rumors start circulating that she has learned her powers from the Three Steps academy. Others claim that she is in league with shadows while the others say that a local shadowdancer has taught her the ways.

Nevertheless, she is still seen on occasion in Bendir Dale and has been drawing a lot of maps of her travels. Just like any true-blooded Hin however, she never stays long and always keeps moving from place to place.

On waking up on the back room couch at the Hinn Inn, Missus staggers with a groan over to Fendel and croaks "room" from between pale lips. She pays and tosses him a few extra gold for his troubles before mounting the steps ever so slowly. While massaging her temples and muttering to herself she makes her way to a cozy room and closes the door softly. She isn't seen nor heard from for an entire day.

During the aftermath of the most recent disaster in Bendir, Sullivan would be making his rounds throughout the town more frequently. With a grim solace, he would ensure the citizens that everything would be alright. Speaking with Jayek, he would personally see the wounded and recently deceased would have everything they needed to be brought back into working condition. Any of those whom were deceased, and refused the calling back - he personally visited the families of the fallen and ensured they would be taken care of, and vowing further revenge for their loss. As if that would make anything better....

His second agenda would be the defense of Bendir. Taking the remains of the constructs to Muck, and requesting they'd be put back into working condition. Offering the mage a sizable bag of coin, as well gathering a potential list of anything he'd require to do such. With that taken care of, he'd personally test the Ballistas to ensure they were still in functional order. Any damages to the gates and walls would be incredulously inspected, a faint look of disbelief in his gaze.

When all of this was taken care of, it'd be hard pressed to find the hin away from the hill facing the entrance to the troll's territory. With a firm posture and normally a loose rolled cigarette hanging from his lips - he stood vigilant. Jaded brown eyes constantly surveyed for the next assault. He was not going to be taken by suprise again...

Rith'tar was back only minutes after portaling out with the Grandmaster. His blue and silver armor still covered in troll blood and gore. Perhaps it's some drow thing not to clean your armor too soon after battle.

The glowing angelic sword he'd used in the hours long battle in defense of Bendir was back in it's sheath. Meaningless to anyone except those aware of the geas upon the blade. He walked the perimeter of the Bendir defenses and headed to the Orc caverns. Several hours later he comes back having gained fresh blood and gore.

He doesn't stop and talk with the guards or anyone else which one would assume meant he didn't encounter anything worth reporting. He was last seen headed to the Eilistraeen Shrine.

On some of the propaganda for the Mayoral election, found inside the gates, that would be specific to Kira, there might be seen a black crow feather poked into it.

Earlier today Tagnar had entered the Dale with a platoon of sheild maidens. Twenty strong to help bolster the defences against the Troll hoards. With Lieutenant Silversheild leading the group, they take up positions watching the east and south wall with shifts changing every six to eight hours. With the Sheildmaidens in place, Tagnar then regroups the already stations anvil guard and the accompanied siege engine team and returns to Barak Runedar with the dwarves in tow.

The day after the Shieldmaidens are stationed in Bendir Dale a dwarf is seen approaching them in the next days, mostly at night. He wears simple leathers and comes from the deeper Amian woods in the company of a wolverine, who is as wary as the dwarf himself is friendly towards the proud warriors. He would offer gifts of ale and tobacco, and fruits and nuts. If accepted the small gifts would be brought regularly. The dwarf druid Oaru would also ask about the local dwarven clan, the Bronzebeards, showing interest in meeting some of them.

After giving her farewells and appreciations to the anvil guard and the accompanied siege engine team, Rosary would see to it that the accommodation at the inn and one of the larger unused turf houses were in suitable condition for the shield maidens. She would often check up on their well-being, making sure that they're fed and resting in comfortable living standards. Occasionally a light-hearted and informal conversation would be involved. In any case, she reminds them that they'd only need to go to her if something was needed.

A few days after the Shield Maidens arrived a young Hin lad comes striding into Bendir Dale, with a dusty swirl of his cloak indicating a long journey upon the roads was had. His golden hair and cheeks dappled with freckles shone bright in the afternoon sun as he surveyed the new defenses from atop the South bluff. A low whistle escapes his lips as he tousles his already tousled mop of hair.

He stops at the Main Gate, calling to the troopers there and giving a friendly wave. Inside he looks around but already seems to know where everything is, even asking Jayek where Bemmi’s oven had run off to. Behind the Townhall he kneels briefly before the Arvoreen idol and mouths silent words, before heading off quickly to the Inn to absorb the local news of the day. True Greenspan had an itch to reconnect with his birthplace and home. After a year of apprenticeship at a forge in foreign lands it was time to give back to the clan, his kin, and home.

Late in the evening, three woman were spotted standing around a freshly dug grave, in the cemetery near Bendir Dale. A human bard, an elven druid and a halfling mage stood graveside and said their goodbyes. The bard sang a lovely song and then they all departed. Rumors arose that they buried a human man. By the amount of broken earth the rumor seemed plausible.

In the dead of night and after the three women had left, Gideon Ropeworth approached the hallowed ground of the Bendir Dale graveyard. He would sing a hymn to the idol of Urogallan in the Luiric language of the Hin. Incence he burned in a censer, carrying it in circles around the fresh grave as he sung, sprinkling holy water onto it as he did. That the dead may rest in peace.

Speaking of deaths, there was a shocking thing discovered in the morning. A body in the inn!! The cleaning folks knocked on all the doors. The bard known as Caron had come in the night before, battered and bruised, and requested his old room. He was often one to refuse cleaning or disruptions, because he was known to be making music in Bendir. He used to say that inn was one of his favorite places, and the Empress one of his favorite people. However, the cleaners had heard no songs being made.. and no one had put the sign up or objected.. so they peeked into the room.. and discovered the bard dead within. The details may not be given out, but the mayor and those in charge were certainly told them all, if they were curious. No one seemed to have come asking after him, so it was also up to Bendir to decide what to do with his body.

What may have happened?

//DM approved!

Rania, visiting Mayor Rosary, would be devastated to hear of the bard's death and would immediately beg for his body to be taken to Winya and the temple there to see if any of the clerics present would be willing to do a resurrection. The grieving bardess, distraught beyond words, would offer whatever coin and supplies it might take to raise the wild eyed fey touched elf. A lock of his dark blue hair would be claimed before the red head found a quiet place by the lake near the inn where she'd drop to her knees, spending the next few hours in a mixture of prayer and unabashed weeping.

The elders step forth once the news reaches them, and beseech the community to tell them of any family or friends the bard Caron Muir might have had. With the body having been found in their lands, they decide that the funeral rights and thus the rights to the cadaver will be given to those that can present forth evidence of their friendship and or kinship with the bard. Otherwise, the council will then decide what steps to take next should no one step forward.

The bardess, after hearing this proclamation, would be heard saying as she activates a portal wand, "Gods, I have to find Drusus. Caron considered Dru and I family and by the nines is this going to shatter Dru."

Rosary was encountered by Dru and Rania, who explained that they're the only kin Caron had before immediately asking her about him. She lead the priest, Warden and a Lady of Wiltun to a room under investigation, where the body would have been wrapped and stitched professionally by the local experts. After some time, only the Mayor left the room and no one came out.
// Events happened in game!

Rosary would inquire Fendel about the finer details of what happened 10 hours ago around the time of the death, later informing the Elders that the body has been taken care of by the deceased's 'only family'.

Yesterday, in the official armor a Doomguide, Drusus enters Bendir proper and makes for the Hin Inn. He pays for the room he and Caron had shared. Once inside he locks the door and it isn't long before sounds of books being taken off the bookshelf and put back one by one, drawers being opened and closed, the snap of sheets being rustled, chairs being pushed around and the like are heard. Anyone familiar with such things would realize the room was being searched. Nothing is missed as even the sound of a carpet being moved is heard.

Eventually, after every corner and crevice has been looked at there is a long silence and then what sounded like sobbing... uncontrollable, heart-wrenching and desolate. This continues until the nearby guard sees Rania knock on the door.

When Drusus, looking pale and drained, finally leaves with Rania and Lady Viola the room isn’t entirely tossed. The bedding is on the floor, pillows out of the cases, the flowers in the vase look a little worse for wear and some books didn’t make it back into the book cases. It seems that the chairs were put back so at least the maid didn’t have to move furniture to right the room.

Rosary would be seen packing her things at the office. What used to be a desk full of crumbs, disorganised paper-work and ink stains, had now transformed into a clean workspace of documents piled in an orderly fashion left for the new Mayor. After giving her leaving appreciations to the office-workers, she smiles fondly at the desk, revealing a bundled expression of nostalgia, relief and hope. An audible sigh could be heard, accompanied by a few words to herself:

"I'm going to miss this huh? Well... It's been quite a journey"

One last inspection around the office is given before she smiles to those present and makes her way out. The former Mayor stretches her arms out and cheers:

"I'm free!"

At the top of the hill, overlooking the carts and the town of Bendir Dale sits a blonde halfling girl. She looks no more than twenty years of age, and wears simple clothing of greens and golds. She sits with her legs crossed and her palms flat on her legs, eyes closed. Her breathing is steady, she says nothing, and simply passes the majority of the day in quiet contemplation.

Behind Town Hall, across the bridge, the new hin in town, known as Ally is training. She wears loose fitting clothes, and performs a series of complex maneuvers. She appears to be fighting a series of invisible enemies, and her movements are at first slow, but precise. As the day progressed, she repeated these movements over and over, increasing her speed with each repetition. Anyone watching would have seen her go from simple, slow precise movements to nearly a blur of fists and feet.

After returning from the Mylock lair, Ally waves goodbye to her friends and heads to the Hin Inn, only to emerge minutes later carrying a clay pot. She makes her way out behind the Inn and fills the pot with sand after placing it in an out of the way corner. Lowering to her knees, she puts her palms together in silent meditation for several moments, then leans over the pot, and thrusts a clenched left fist into it, hard. This action is repeated with her right, then left, then... well, suffice to say she alternates the punches into the packed sand. Starting from a slow pace, gradually gaining speed, until her arms are merely a blur, still, each punch precise, accurate, and strong. The sand begins to form a hollow in the middle, gradually rising to the edges as it is packed further and further by her bare fists. She would not take notice of anyone passing by, and likely would not acknowledge any who greeted her for quite some time. She would pause for a few moments now and then, to meditate again, then return to her routine. Curiously, her knuckles do not bleed or cut from this punishment, as it appears this is not the first time she has practiced in such a way.

A bit sad at having to miss the Festival, Ally emerges from the Hin Inn, early the following morning, and stretches, with a bit of a yawn. She moves to the bridge behind the Town Hall, and climbs atop the railing. Keeping her arms outstretched at each side, she paces the railing, testing her balance. Finally, she stops in the middle, faces outward, and slides one foot up toward her knee, balancing on one leg. She slowly moves her arms in, palms together, and closes her eyes. After quite some time, she slowly changes legs and remains in this position also for a very long time. When her time was up, with no outer warning to anyone nearby, she would lower her raised leg and perform a backflip to dismount the bridge, landing softly on both feet, and she would casually be on her way.

A rather simple message is put up on a public noticeboard.

Quote:
You owe me 100 000 gold pieces.
- Aernoud

The young blonde halfling known as Ally sees the notice and says out loud, "Who?", then goes on her way.

She heads outside, carrying a bit of rope, and a cloth bag roughly the size of a halfling head. She walks the area, looking up, most of the time, as if trying to locate something. Finally, over near the merchant stalls behind town hall, she finds what she was looking for. A stout tree with an overhanging limb at just the right height. With a quick toss, the rope is flung over the branch, and easily secured. She fill the bag with dirt to give it some heft, and adjusts it's height to about her own chest level. She then pulls a handkerchief from her pocket and blindfolds herself.

For several moments, she stands, perfectly still, controlling her breathing, and her thoughts. Then, slowly, she lowers herself into a fighting stance, arms pulled back like rubber bands, and legs flexed for quick, powerful movement. With a quick step forward, her weight shifting and pushing her momentum through her body, she punches straight at the bag, full force. It's a direct hit, and the bag begins to swing in wide arcs around her. Still in her fighting stance, attempting to feel and predict the movements of the bag, she releases a flurry of punches and kicks, all very precise movements, in several directions, but... not one connects with the bag. She pulls off the blindfold to verify the bag is indeed still swinging. She catches it and repeats the entire session again from the first punch, again, blindfolded. This time she manages to just catch the edge of the bag with a punch, but otherwise, struck at air. She attempts the session of practice several more times, with varying degrees of success. Sometimes she will make contact, others, not so much. After a few hours, she removes the blindfold one more time, and goes through the exercise with her eyes open.

After settling into her beginning stance, She lunges forth with a punch, setting the bag in motion. Over the next twenty seconds, she strikes at the bag with hands, feet, elbows, and knees, and makes contact eighteen times, out of eighteen strikes. Satisfied, she repeats the exercise again, and makes nineteen hits. She then unties the bag, and removes the rope from the tree, carrying her things bag to her room at the Hin Inn.

A female Hin is seen around the Dale, making hurried trips inside the walls and soon enough comes out carrying papyrus material and heads to Kampo's.

She sees the former mayor of Bendir Dale and waves to her and the crowd behind the recently wed Mrs. Ryker but doesn't seem to stay long enough to socialize.

For some, they notice a very concentrated but polite look on her face.

Ally can be seen far behind the Town Hall, near the treeline. Her clothing is dark, in black and brown. She keeps her eyes on the subtle difference between light, shadow, and deep shadow. At this point, she begins doing a kata, balancing on the edge of light and shadow caused by the treeline. If anyone was watching, there would be times she seemed to vanish from view, and others where she appeared to materialize out of nowhere. For hours she repeats the movements, turning it into a dance rather than an imaginary fight. Finally, she retreats a bit into the treeline, only to be seen a few minutes later near the Hin Inn.

Ally decides on this particular day she will simply train her kata out by the water behind Town Hall. As per her usual ways, she begins slowly, making very precise movements, and gradually increases her speed, never lacking in precision. After going through several kata, she puts out a mat near the water, and with a forward cartwheel like motion, lands in a lotus position gently on it. She closes her eyes and slowly brings her palms together in front of herself. She sits this way for some time, likely meditation or thinking of the events of the past few days. When she does finally open her eyes, there appears around them a faint glowing, as if her own internal energy were flowing forth, hardly contained by her body. She seems to have realized something or perhaps knew this was coming, and a smile forms on her face. After packing up her mat, she heads toward the Hin Inn for dinner.

The less frequently seen chatty female halfling makes a big purchase on certain materials. The words trip and Forstakkr were heard.

That was just yesterday and not a whiff of news has been heard since.

Those with finely tuned senses may notice a quickly walking Ally making her way around the perimeter of Bendir Dale, watching for anything out of the ordinary. After a time, she stops on the hill overlooking the Cart Stop and sits in a lotus position, hands folded at her front. She seems to go into a meditative state, yet her head turns at this sound, or that. This continues for a few hours before she continues on her normal training regimen.

Yesterday saw two lovers entering Bendir, the Scribe and the Songhealer going into the Hin Inn to buy food and drinks that they set on the ledge of the hill looking at the waters of the river for a picnic. Many hours were spent in lazy relaxation and shared affection as they ate, drank and laughed, and the grass and the rocks and the river heard them talk of serious and light subjects, and were witness to an old song of shared vows being sung softly.

No earthly temple has ever blessed our union
No state has ever granted us permission
No family bond has ever made us two
No company has ever earned commission

No debt was paid no dowry to be gained
No treaty over border land or power
No semblance of the world outside remained
To stain the beauty of this nuptial hour

The secret marriage vow is never spoken
The secret marriage never can be broken

No flowers on the altar
No white veil in your hair
No maiden dress to alter
No written oath to swear

The secret marriage vow is never spoken
The secret marriage never can be broken

The town descends into a small panic as a local denizen of the Dale, "Tiger" Lilly, is abducted from her place of study. Small troupes are sent out for local scouts and more guards are stationed around the homes of the citizens, who are now asked not to leave their front doors after a certain time of the evening; after the sun has gone down.

Ally can be seen dressing for what can only be thought is a patrol of sorts. She goes alone, skirting the entirety of Bendir Dale, and finally... disappears from sight to all but those with very keen eyes near the Mylock Hills.

True Greenspan can be seen in Kibs turf house experimenting with his newly acquired sling bullets. A grin appears to be permanently affixed to his face. When he breaks for lunch he brings back a plate of cookies for Kibs and Dunkar "just because".

Gideon travels across town, passing by the door of every family in Bendir Dale. He would try to reasure the dale's citizens that he'd do everything within his power to see her returned to them. He'd ask who'se seen her last, and if anyone saw what happened when she was abducted.

He'd drum up whichever members of the former citizen's milita that he can. Asking them to keep their eyes and ears on the lands immediately surrounding the Dale, as wel as the Mylock Hills and Wyrmhold.

The increased guard presence he corresponds with Commander Nof, asking for the details of his milita placement, to review them.

An anouncement is likewise made that details about the abduction will be forthcoming and a matter of priority in the next town meeting.

Her investigation complete, Ally paces the area surrounding Bendir Dale proper, keeping her eyes open for anything out of the ordinary. She speaks kindly to any who greet her, but mostly keeps to shadows and patrols the walls.

Early morning, Ally emerges from the door of the first burrow on the right past the bridge in Bendir Dale. She smiles, gives a stretch, and decides to go for a run. Her run takes her around the entire perimeter of Bendir Dale, then she follows the road to Cordor, and back, pausing to take a drink of apple juice. She then scampers up one of the walls surrounding the Town Proper and stands on the top. She balances herself well, and performs a series of cartwheels, hand walks, and flips both forward and backward until she reaches the corner. Here, she simply stands, palms facing each other at her front, eyes closed. Feeling the sun warming her, and the shadows of the trees and Ballista tower near her, she vanishes from sight to all but those with very keen eyes.

A Grimly dour faced dwarf, still seemingly battered and bruised from a recent battle enters the dale. So fresh is he from the fray that he hadn't changed since the fracas, that his cloths were still bearing a spattering of Orc blood and spider Ichor across them. He made his way to the commander of the shield maidens, and delivered a handwritten sealed note. Whurak, then asking about in the central village seemed to be looking for the towns latest Mayor. Gideon.

It appears as though the sealed note may well contain some form of orders for the unit, as there could well be a flurry of activity afterwards. The Orders given are as such...

OrdersHersir,
The Shield maidens are hear-by recalled to Barak Runedar and stationed within the port as part of the home defense and patrols of the northern defences. These new duties will begin in three days time, make haste to return, Port has come under attack by Orc and Goblinoid assailants.
Gorm Watch over your Command
-High Councillor Whurak Valtensson

Ally emerges from her home just as the sun breaks over the horizon in the morning. She climbs the hill to her rooftop and stretches. After a few moments, she sits in a lotus position, closing her eyes and pressing her palms together in front of herself. Once the sun is fully risen, she moves toward Town Hall, and climbs the Stone Wall surrounding the Inner Town. Once there, she tiptoes along the wall, fading in and out of sight using available shadows. She makes her way toward the corner of the wall where there is a flat spot overlooking the crossroads. Once there, she begins practicing techniques over and over. First, she begins some basic punches and blocks, then gradually moves on to kicks, many of them involving aerial acrobatics and jumps. To passersby, it would appear very exotic and complex unless they were familiar with Hin Fist style Martial Arts. She repeats each maneuver over and over, dozens of times, passing the better part of the morning. Finally, her training finished for the most part, she makes her grand dismount from the wall, a backflip off the wall. She rises into the air, her feet spinning over her head, when suddenly she disappears from sight. A split second later, tiny feet may barely be heard landing on the ground outside the wall, and... nothing else.

Certain Avariel can be seen walking through the Dale, directly to the Townhall. He left a sealed letter there, for a mayor Gideon and right after that, he left again. His expression was grim and somehow concerned, for whatever reason...

(//PM was sent))

Ally might be seen sitting on the roof of her house, overlooking the gardens. She sits, legs folded, hands calmly on her legs, head up, eyes closed. She does not move, nor speak, and her face holds no discernable expression. She remains like this for several hours.

Pebbles, as she is wont to do randomly sometimes, takes a break from her chores in the Hinn Inn and sneaks away to bother a handful of residents and visitors. Cheerful and playful as ever, she just gabs and eventually returns home. Others may note the strange copper-hin with a dragon's tail a bit more often as she wanders about more than she usually does. Perhaps the busy season at the inn has eased somewhat. Or perhaps her Uncle Fendel has some other help finally and she's stretching her legs again while she can.

The Hin who travelled to Forstakkr has arrived for a short period engaging the Ingredients Merchant and agreeing on a price. After each transaction she jumps on a cart heading to Kampo's.

This has happened several times the last few days.

True Greenspan is seen trudging out of the Dale with a heavy wooden box strapped to his back. He tells Jayek on his way out that he's got some work to do that can only be done in Kohlingen, and he'll be back in a day or so.

A group of adventurers, all bloody and battered, appear in the Dale. Word over heard is that the children, including Tiger Lily, are safe. A red headed former Bendir Dale militia captain is spotted, weeping as she makes her way straight to Rosary, to inform the woman that Dicey gave his life in return for the children...and that he was not to be returning, having been sent to the green fields. The taller and the hin then hug each other, both weeping now for their friend.

The capricious darkness---which settled over the hin village since the disappearance of Lilly---had been lifted this day; even well before the arrival of the bloodied and battered adventurers. Militiamen, who had been toiling away on indeterminate shifts of duty, are excused from their posts and allowed several cycles to recuperate. Though there is a distinct veil of mourning over the community upon the circulating news of Dicey's death, some several individuals cannot help but to feel a guttural wave of reverence and hope in the face of bereavement.

The Elders retreat from their duties for the evening to console their grieving people, and speak their praises for Dicey's sacrifices in the name of community. One elder in particular, Fendel, is said to begin work on a small shrine to their fallen hero; who will, from this day henceforth, never be forgotten.

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The newest misfortune didn't appear to affect Sullivan much, or shown. A bottle of fine brandy was purchased, and the silence continued.

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