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Wilfire arrives early in this morning and goes directly to the inn to a room upstairs.
He tries to be as quiet as he can... nevertheless.. sounds of stone being worked comes from inside the room for the entire morning.

In the early afternoon, Pebbles calls out to all the patrons at the inn and strikes up a word game involving telling a story pieced together with nonsensical terms unrelated to each other. Those who eagerly participated find themselves rewarded following the completion of the silly story...

Oldfur Buttermilk Bourbon Pie, as she calls it. She cuts it up and passes it out to those who humored her - the perfect guinea pigs for a new recipe she's been working on.

Rising early a rather large hin slaps on a breasplate, slips into some grieves, grabs a shield and heads downstairs. He pauses only long enough to swipe a muffin from the bar as he heads toward the gates. With a brisk pace he walks the perimeter of the outer wall, picking at his muffin as he does. After the circuit is complete he heads straight to the burrow of Kibs', where after a few stretches and knee bends he sets to the pelling post with serious concentration.
First he starts with a series of slow, determined single shots. Well aimed and powerful he works his blows in a measured arc. Three low shots, three shots toward the middle, and three high shots. A twist at the hips and he works his way down the opposite side and repeats. Slowly the pace quickens, each run faster than the last untill he crouches and punches out with his shield, sending the pell toppling. With out a word he sets it back to position and begins again. This time however there seems to be no set pattern to the casual observer as he works over various combinations of blows. Head shot, leg shot, off body, off body, head shot, keg shot, body blow, body blow! This would be continued well into mid morning when a particularly savage shield bash sends the pell against the wall where it crumples into a useless heap on the floor.
"Hrm.. 'pologies Kibs," he manages between breathes and flash of a grin as he plops a plump sack of coin on the counter, "think ya' can make one on wheels? Maybe with some room fer some counter weight?"
After a brief discussion with the engineer he makes his way back to the inn and up to his room. With a quick change he than makes his way to the sauna, a pair of bottles in one hand, and a satchel of fruit in the other. There he would stay, perhaps longer than he should.

Late at night, Pebbles returns to the Hinn Inn with a stony expression. She doesn't stop to greet her Uncle, who just barely notices her amidst his last-minute nightly duties anyway. She goes straight downstairs to her bedroom, strips out of her tunic, and curls up onto her bed. She stares at the journal on her bedside absently, and then sits up. Angrily, she reaches over to lift the book and proceeds to throw it across the room with a growl. Pushing her hands over her horns, she takes several long, deep breaths to calm herself.

After some strained silence, she slips out of her bed and goes to the far wall to kneel and gingerly pick the book up between her delicate claws. The copper-hin takes it back to her bed and she hesitantly opens it to the next blank page. After writing for several long minutes, she leaves the book open on her bedside to dry, and then collapses back into her pile of pillows.

She fights the sobs that threaten to wrack her body until the last of her energy leaves her and she just falls fast asleep.

Her jade armor, shining and perfectly clean, is a reminder of what is to come tomorrow...

A tired, groggy and bruised Roach enters the Hin Inn and takes a seat at the bar. With few words to Griff, she orders whiskey and a glass of water. Holding her head in one hand, and a quill in the other, she writes in a journal. Every so often, she looks off at the fire or other patrons, then writes a bit more. Throughout the day, she drinks far more than one might expect a wee waif to drink.

While Griff is not present in the Hinn Inn, Fendel is probably quite willing to fetch a whiskey! And while she's there, Pebbles slips some coin to her uncle to pay for Roach's drink.

Wilfire would spend sometime repairing all the damage still left from the previous attack.

Unfortunately... there isn't much he can do about the Crops. But every structural damage is being worked by him and soon the residents will be back to their properly repaired houses and to the buildings they work!

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While Griff is not present in the Hinn Inn, Fendel is probably quite willing to fetch a whiskey! And while she's there, Pebbles slips some coin to her uncle to pay for Roach's drink.

Roach of course bought whiskey from Fendel! Well, ordered it, since Pebs paid! Thanks and whoops!

Roach sits on the wall near the main gates to Bendir Dale, swinging her feet. Her attention is on her right hand, a ring that she nimbly flips over her fingers and knuckles, but never puts on. A perplexed and slightly frustrated look on her face.

Pebbles can be seen running about the Dale, sometimes carrying bits of cloth or metal and other times pausing wherever Captain Griffo stands on duty to show him something on parchment. After some conversation, she grins and darts off again to disappear into the inn. Whatever project she's working on apparently has stoked a flame of excitement in the copper-hin.

Wilfire can be seen entering the Cave with a lot of construction and measuring tools.

He would spend a long time inside the cave yet again taking exactly measurements of the total area of it and mostly importantly, checking its integrity and how secure it is for now and what kinda of repairs and reinforcements it would need in case it needs structural reinforcements and all the materials necessary for it!

Rosary could be seen around Bendir giving her gratitude to the Kohlingen and Winyan troops, as well as tending to their needs before they return back to their homes in the next few coming days. The mayor would be preparing the homecoming of the evacuees, making sure the town was orderly and suitable for the residents' return. She would speak with the local clerk about the food sources and donations left for the stability of the town's well-being. Despite the piles of paperwork and the efforts a mother puts into tending her child, Rosary remained energetic and motivated.

A new elf has been seen standing in the "crossroads" of Bendir Dale, seemingly she got in an arguement over "Elven superiority" which got some hins to throw back comments at her. Damn elves!

Beside that the former mayor Budly Bundly been frequently visiting the town, resting in the inn often. Bit more confused, bit more grey haired and a bit more old! But it is the good old Budly. Why he suddenly out of nowhere returned again is shrouded in mystery...or well atleast, a bit of "Wonder why he is back? Oh well, time to go work".

A new face appears in Bendir Dale today, red hair, average height and a bit of a charming smile. Intoduced as Flynn, and met quite a few of the residents. Also chewed out an elf for insulting hin right in their own town. Got some dirty looks from another elf, for gods knows what reason. Then... set out to find his fortune, fighting random monsters and taking their belongings.

Much later in the day, he arrived back at the Dale, waved to those he knew with a tired smile and found his way to his room at the Inn.

At the Hinn Inn, Lieutenant Pebbles of the Militia eagerly greets the newly-arrived Flynn. She bombards him with a few inn specials (primarily booze and pies) before she lets him go to his room. She's not in uniform, though. In fact, the short little tunic she wears might just mark her as a barmaid as she darts about running errands for her Uncle Fendel. The coppery scales and horns, along with her tail, make it obvious that she's not 100% halfling, at the very least.

She's friendly enough, though, and doesn't harass the newcomer with her brilliant smiles for very long.

The next morning, Flynn can be seen enjoying a cup of coffee on a bench outside Town Hall. As he sits, he's also sharpening his kukri, the new one, Bill showed him where to buy. Near him sits some of his armor, ready to be shined. While he works and drinks his coffee, he occasionally whistles or hums in a contented manner, a vague smile on his face.

There is also half a pie on the bench that he brought with him, seemingly a gift from a certain dragonny hin. Once he finishes most of the polishing and sharpening, he stops to take a huge bite or three, again, a smile on his face.

After an eventful day, and fairly social evening, Flynn can be seen exiting the Hin Inn, holding a mug of coffee. He takes a seat in the grass, leaning against the outer wall, not far from the Inn's door. There he lazily sips his coffee and just enjoys waking up, watching the sun rise, and the residents go about their business. A small smile comes across his face.

Morning arrives to the Dale, and Flynn can be seen carrying several mugs of coffee and hot chocolate out of the Hin Inn. He offers them to any Militia members currently on duty, and keeps a mug of coffee for himself. After a bit of smalltalk with the guards, he takes up a somewhat guardlike spot near the road, fully armored, shield on his arm, kukri loosely in it's sheath, coffee securely in hand.

Pebbles leaves the inn this morning wearing a new tabard, with a brighter gold lining than previously and a symbol of wheat embroidered on the front. She goes about the Dale, quietly speaking with members of the Militia to inform them, if they haven't heard or read already, that she has taken up the mantle of Militia Captain. Should any other residents or visitors inquire about the news, she speaks optimistically on the matter, explaining that Griffo has been called back to Luiren as a Marcher of Arvoreen and that he wishes them all the very best.

The copper-hin maintains her cheerful demeanor as she goes about, assuring her kin she's known all her life that the Militia will not crumble apart in the wake of this departure, as it may have done numerous times before.

After Griffo's departure, Missus charges through the door of the Hinn Inn. Grabbing a handful of gold coins from her sturdy purse she chucks them across the room in the general direction of the local bard and shouts "PLAY SOMETHING CHEERY, DAMMIT!". She then rushes to her room and isn't seen or heard from until the next day.

Late last night, Pebbles might have been seen dunking her whole head into one of the fountains outside the Town Hall after storming into the gates and returning from the area of the northern cave. She took a calming breath, put the smile back on her face, and returned outside.

This morning, she left the inn with a cheerful look about her. Whether she was forcing it again or she was genuinely back to her usual self already was anyone's guess.

Sporting the new scout militia outfit, Fosco wandered around the border of the Dale much of the morning, though he didn't seem to be paying much attention to what he was doing. His gaze was often skyward with a look like he was a thousand miles away in thought. He seemed in a good mood though, if a bit jumpy. He'd smile and greet everyone he came across, but would startle somewhat if someone came up to him while he was in a distant gaze.

At one point he started pacing back and forth trying to figure something out, soon after disappearing to the South for a while. He returned later via portal carrying a small sack that jingled with the sound of several small items.

During the night shifts, Jaocim Applegate can be seen standing guard at the fork in the road just outside the Bendir Dale gates. His willingness to stand out there all night is a testament to his remarkable vigilance and loyalty to the Militia.

He always stands alone.

Settled in the corner of the inn, by the hearth, Pebbles spoke quietly with Bill for hours last night - with interruptions, of course; the Hinn Inn is a busy place! As it grew late (or early) and weariness began to prod at her senses, Pebbles embraced her dear friend and slipped away quietly, looking more at ease than she had all day.

Early the next morning, the Captain slipped a Militia application under the door to Bill's room before going about her rounds.

Wilfire looks like to be more energetic then he already is this day! Running here and there, going to the Cave, going out and coming back with a huge supply of stone! Stopping very briefly to perhaps bother people here and there specially Rosary and Pebs if he cross paths with em!

Flynn produces a small wooden stool from a bag, and sits under the tree near the gate. In his hand is a mug of coffee, as per usual, and in the other, a book. Anyone coming close enough to see what it was would notice it is a book on warrior philosophy and strategy.

Later in the day, Flynn is seen entering the Hin Inn, ordering a tall glass of whiskey and he then takes a seat by the fire. Out of a pocket, he produces a folded piece of paper, which he opens and reads. After a gulp of whiskey, he refolds it carefully and puts it away. He then digs out his journal and begins writing, sipping the whiskey as he does. If anyone happened by, he'd make small talk, but try to keep the journal covered from prying eyes. After several hours, and a whiskey or two more, and a few nods of his head in need of sleep, he'd make his way upstairs to his room.

Wilfire can be seen entering an area of the cave and for the entire night he isn't seen coming out.

Sun rises... already past lunch time and Wilfire was not seen leaving the cave.

This morning, Captain Pebbles appoints an additional station for the Militia rotation: two guards present at a private worksite at all times - with or without the presence of the stonemason who works on the construction. The "Elite" members of the Militia are encouraged to partake in the rotation as a buffer, rather than a replacement.

A day after the druids visit and blessings on the crops, a druidess visited the Dale. Looking around, she didn't find any of the usual residents. She went back to the crops in the Dale and tested multiple spots of soil with her finger to measure moisture.
When she was done her observations, she cast a few simple Create Water spells, raining down fresh water on the plants as needed.
Afterwards, she simply proceeded out of the Dale, but not before leaving a note with Jayek marked for Rosary.

"Rosary,
I've checked and watered the crops.
I'll try to stop by later to see if you're
ready for me to purify the crates.
-Delen"

Missus may have been spotted entering the small cavern with Willy in the evening. She emerges alone at dawn looking somewhat disheveled and complaining of a massive "crick" in her neck. After getting some curatives from Jayek she returns to her usual routine. If asked she claims to have seen and heard nuttin', then glares if pressed.

Late last evening a very exhausted sleep zombie like Wilfire is escorted to the Inn by the Copper Captain.
She makes sure he reaches his room then she leaves after a brief time being inside.

For some hours everything sounds calm on his room, but late at night some unintelligible words and the sound of wooden surfaces being scratched could be heard coming from his room.

By the middle of the evening a proper bathed and well dressed Willie leaves the Inn at least.

He have a somewhat confused look on his face but he goes on to talk to his kin and moving on to do his working around and being his usual self!

Flynn can be seen delivering cocoa and coffee to the militia as he likes to do from time to time. Then, he stands, sipping his own coffee, keeping an eye on the carts coming and going, as well as the roads and pathways into and out of Bendir Dale.

Out of uniform, Pebbles goes around the Dale with a basket. When she comes across Flynn, she tosses an apple from her basket at him and flashes him a grin, and then continues on her way to disburse various foodstuffs to on-duty Militia (and whoever happens to be around). She then returns to the inn, where she stays for about another hour. She emerges afterward back in her Captain's uniform and makes her usual rounds, checking the walls and gates and perusing files in the Town Hall.

Flynn would catch the apple and wink at Pebbles, then tuck it away for later, since... apples and coffee don't go well together.

After a morning spent walking the outer walls and chatting it up with some of the militia at their posts, Bill returns to his room to change out of his new uniform and order up his regular noon time meal. After shutting the door behind him a joyous exclamation could be heard through the hall. Some time later he would be seen walking from the inn, rubbing happily at his belly, a large grin on his face.

A tired looking Flynn arrives via portal to Bendir Dale, still clutching his kukri and shield. Blood and various patches of skin and bits of bone adorn his armor, cloak and hood. He would offer a tired nod and smile to any he passed, and stop to clean up his kukri in the stream. He then removed his armor, revealing his muscular physique, and wearing only pants, he continued to clean his gear. Finally, after some time, and some shiny armor, he collects his things and heads into the Inn. He orders a pile of roast beef and potatoes to be sent to his room and heads upstairs after tossing some gold on the bar, and offering a smile and thanks to Fendel. He is not seen again until the next day.

Once again the druidess Delen shows up to the crops, testing moisture and casting Create Water spells. As things are quiet at the time, she doesn't bother anyone about the crates of food, figuring she'll get to it in another day or so, and when more has been collected. After a thorough check, she's on her way as silently as she came.

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Fosco seems to be behaving a little odd lately. He stares off into space a lot and seems to be at least mildly depressed. This instantly changes most of the time when someone speaks to him, to which he gives his usual energetic greeting - But to the perceptive it might feel like a bit of an act to mask whatever problem he might be having. Asked how he's doing though and the answer is always positive. Whether it's a lie or not, he's not keen on sharing his troubles with anyone else.

Tonight in particular, Fosco spends a lot of time outside the main gate in his militia uniform after most of the Dale had gone to bed. He paced back and forth and seemed to be frustrated. After more than an hour of pacing, he'd finally tired himself out. He wandered inside and headed for the inn, looking rather defeated, barely managing a smile and wave to anyone in passing.

He headed up to a room he'd been using at the inn, only to come down an hour later. After several drinks at the bar and getting himself thoroughly dazed, he stumbled up to his room again. He wouldn't appear again until the morning, nursing a rough hangover. He disappeared on patrol somewhere after that for a while...

By the middle of the evening Wilfire returns to the Dale after a night being away.
He carries with himself a huge package and goes straight to the Inn ordering a lot of different kinds of drinks and them moving to his room.

The local farmers managed to collect the fallen fruits and now the fruit baskets are gathered near the local shrine for the druids to purify those.

Without fail, Delen was back that day to check and water the crops.
Perhaps she didn't notice the fruit baskets this time around,
but she promised she'd be back the next day to see to it.

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Fosco's attitude seems to take a sudden turn after whatever had happened that evening. What was doubt was now resolve, and what was sadness was now acceptance. Whatever had happened and whatever decision he came to seems to be working well for him. Though he occasionally privately berated himself for being such a fool before, he was publicly cheerful and joking again.

But as much as he improved, there was still a note of seriousness about him at times. Perhaps that was an improvement too, or perhaps it was concealing something. Or perhaps Fosco's growing up a bit more. Either way, he seems much happier now. This also seems to be keeping him away from the bar as he doesn't have any more alcohol from that point forward. Just a good amount of fruity punch.

He seems to have a restful sleep that night, or at least he hadn't left his room until morning. He came out in the morning dressed for duty, grabbing a coffee on his way out. Keeping a moderately serious expression on his shift, he patrolled about the outskirts of the Dale without disappearing for any long periods this time.

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One of the many training dummies set aside for the Bendir Milita was left a smouldering, charred stump the previous evening. A sullen, hobbling tiefling the culprit. She lacked much of her humour that night. Occasionally peering blankly down at a crumpled message that was drawn almost bitterly from her pocket, before staring off into the distance.

The next morning hin blinking the sleep from their eyes as they turned to their fields, might witness her shuffling by with armfuls of sticks, hay and a metal bucket. A new training dummy was created, next to the charred stump, wordlessly. . . Rook then seemingly staggered into the Inn, clumping up the stairs on her wooden leg, to collapse in a bed slightly too small.

The inn was full of merriment late last night as Bambry Oldfur, Pebbles' much older brother, returned home from travels abroad (sporting a battered peg leg and all). Pebbles, generous and full of joy at her brother's return, paid for drinks for anyone lucky enough to have been in the inn at the time. She and Bambry made up stories about his travels, bombarding their Uncle Fendel into exhaustion.

This morning, Pebbles stepped out of the Hinn Inn wearing her full uniform - even her shield. Her brother trailed along behind her in a bit of a daze as she gave him a tour of all the things (and people) he had missed in his ten-year absence.

She's certainly in a better mood than she had been earlier in the evening yesterday!

Flynn would find the smoldering combat dummy, and use some stream water to completely douse it, then remove it from the post and set it aside, hopefully for replacement, all the while shaking his head in disappointment.

After that, he'd take off his shirt, and lay it to the side. He then would unsheath his kukri, and don his shield, for some morning training. He'd approach the dummy, and raise his shield high for protection. Using the curve of the blade and his unusual strength, he slashes away at the dummy, leaving deep gashes in his wake. He doesn't use too many fancy maneuvers, mostly the same rythymic movements over and over, building muscle memory. Over the course of an hour or so, he completely shreds the dummy, and works up quite a sweat. He then wipes off with a towel from his bag, packs up his things, and heads into the Inn.

Not too long after, he is seen about town, dispersing coffee and cocoa to the Militia, and enjoying a coffee himself while standing near the carts, always with a watchful eye.

Wilfire can be seen leaving with a lot of bags. To whom ask why, he smiles and says he will be staying on Kohlingen for a while doing some important training. He says he will visit often and that he hope to be back soon and mostly important, If anyone needs him for anything and if something very important happen. He leaves the number of his room on Mayfield for contact.

In the early afternoon, Pebbles wanders about wearing her jade dress and a silly feathered hat - all the rage these days! After speaking quietly with Fosco for a little while, she returns to the inn with a distant gaze and a sobered demeanor. Inside, she waves at Fendel and heads to her room, where she stays for a couple hours - missing her usual lunchtime antics.

After the couple hours, though, she's back out and about the Dale in her Militia uniform, making her rounds and smiling at everyone as if nothing had happened.

As Pebbles made her rounds, she's undoubtedly find a book-reading Flynn nestled under a tree near the Town Hall. Mug of coffee in one hand, book in the other. He'd offer a friendly smile, and put the book down to chat if she wanted. Otherwise, he'd spend the afternoon absorbed in his reading. At some point he'd have pulled out his journal and done a bit of writing too.

Fosco went about his duties as normal for a while before taking a break and going to the inn for a while. He seemed rather contemplative but ultimately content as he spent a while drinking fruity punch and reading an untitled grey book. After a couple hours, he headed out of the Dale, simply saying that he was going to "go target practice on some baddies".

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