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[@Remram] Brom Stronghammer, [@ERode] MacKinnon, [@CitrusArms] Niara Rootwick, [@Rune_Alchemist] Yingmei Okudaira, [@Expendable] Edmund Darrington

The little girl made a cute squeaky 'meep'-sound when MacKinnon scooped her up and out of Victor's wagon. Despite her [b][i]obviously[/i][/b] nefarious and insidious plans, the treasure huntress would find that Wilma was made of surprisingly sturdy suff. As soon as the little girl began to be spun around and around, she exploded into uncontrollably bright laughter, being incredibly amused and entertaiuned by the power of centrifgual force. So amsued in fact, that she didn't even notice - or hear - the mousy farmgirl approach and try to introduce herself. Then again, when you're spinning around and around, it's kind of hard to focus on any one spot with your eyes, and when you're laughing louder than someone's conversational tone, you sort of drown them out.

Meanwhile, over near the four-pointed statue, a new arrival had... Arrived. This one had an air unlike that of the rest. But he for some reason still dressed fairly simply. Sure, he had a lot of things that looked like they were of fine make and craft, but nothing that stood out as jarringly noteworthy. Perhaps he was a man down on his luck?  Or perhaps like Victor, he was a self-made man who'd gotten what he had through hard work and determination? Regardless, the old man to greet him, as Niera did... Sort of the same... While also stomping on some of the plants she had just harv- what?! The old man stared at the elf and the dwarf with the pot for a bit, before shaking his head and deciding not to ask.

And then... Then came a shout. From out of town. A shout about goblins. And loincloths. Needless to asy, most people who were doing something were now standing about, jaws slightly agape and a bewildered look on their faces. Were goblins attacking? Was someone hawking loinclohs? Why had they shouted instead of entered the village proper? Many questions.

For now, Sheryl and Minli stood quiet, looking over at the new arrival, his cart and the direction that the shout had come from. Their conversation about the dwarfess seemingly knowing what the statue was supposed to be momentarily put on pause for the time being.

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[@Zeroth] Yasunami Akitsugu, [@Tally Dor] Chanticleer Malloy 

Meanwhile, the two craftsmen had also come to a halt. The red-headed youngster once again reached for his blade, anticipating some kind of fight. Daryl, on the other hand, scratched the back of his head with a puzzled expression on his face.

[color=beige]"That was... Strange... C'mon, we'äd better take a look at what's going on."[/color] He told the boy, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to just push on and investigate.

Then agian, out of people around, it probably made the most logical sense for Daryl and Akitsugu to go. With the exception of maybe Brom and the the dwarf guntress, it didn't really look or feel like most the other new residents here were exactly built for... Armed conflict...  So, with steady, undaunted strides, the burly carpenter barreled forth towards where he believed he'd heard the bellowing

Soon  after crossing betwee the final line of houses - or what was left of them - he emerged on the outskirts of the town. There... He took a moment to look around and squinted, trying to locate goblins. Or whoever had cried goblins. it took a bit of peering - mostly because the culprit wasn't exactly super-nearby. Instead, Daryl eventually spotted something, or someone,s tanding on a small kneel some distance away. What was... A goblin? No. It was too... Shaggy...

[color=beige]"Look, over there."[/color] Daryl raised an arm and pointed in the direction of the read, pot-bellied... Thing... [color=beige]"That the one who howled, you think? Don't see any goblins though."[/color] Daryl said, hopefully to Akitsugu, who had hopefully come along. Because otherwise the carpenter was just talking to himself...