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EricWald
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GarthAs Leofwine led the group of adventurers up the steep hill to the hall, putting their questions on hold until they were settled in the hall, they could get a better vantage of the village. There were many small homes scattered about, each with a garden plot and some with various farm animals in nearby fields. There were no shops or businesses to be seen, though from somewhere near-by came the familiar noise of a hammer striking iron.
On one of the closest homes a set of deep scrapes scarred the wooden door, as if something the size of a large bear had raked its claws across it. A studied gaze would show blood spatters across the front of the home that someone had tried to clean, but the wood soaked in the stain. And not far from the path was an obvious cemetery where 5 of the graves looked fresh.
The Constable pushed opened the door of the hall and invited the newcomers inside. The hall was mostly one large room and set along the floor near the wall were blankets and sheepskins made into temporary beds, some of which were currently occupied by residents of the island, who seemed to be settling in for the night. Others were empty yet, suggesting more people to come. "Some think it is safer here than in their homes," Leofwine said by way of explanation.
He took a seat on one of the benches, gesturing for the travelers to do the same. He looked tired, as if the weight of the world were upon him and he'd barely slept for the past few weeks. "Thelma," he said, addressing a young lass that seemed to stare in awe at the adventurers, "bring dinner for our guests, please."
On one of the closest homes a set of deep scrapes scarred the wooden door, as if something the size of a large bear had raked its claws across it. A studied gaze would show blood spatters across the front of the home that someone had tried to clean, but the wood soaked in the stain. And not far from the path was an obvious cemetery where 5 of the graves looked fresh.
The Constable pushed opened the door of the hall and invited the newcomers inside. The hall was mostly one large room and set along the floor near the wall were blankets and sheepskins made into temporary beds, some of which were currently occupied by residents of the island, who seemed to be settling in for the night. Others were empty yet, suggesting more people to come. "Some think it is safer here than in their homes," Leofwine said by way of explanation.
He took a seat on one of the benches, gesturing for the travelers to do the same. He looked tired, as if the weight of the world were upon him and he'd barely slept for the past few weeks. "Thelma," he said, addressing a young lass that seemed to stare in awe at the adventurers, "bring dinner for our guests, please."
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