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A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

@Xaltwind

Not trying to give you more work, but what kind of trees can Brom see in his immediate surroundings in the woods? Any that he can use for smoking or softwood trees only?

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

--- Near the northern edge of the settlement ---

@Rune_Alchemist@Dragonydas@BunniesOfDoom@LupusIntus@Zeroth

Brom looked at the foolish bard with wide eyes as he came to a horrifying realization. Oh Mother Mountain's beard, he has stupidity stuck between his ears. No matter what Brom said, no matter what he did this man was never going to listen. In fact, this was the sort of man that went by the beat of his own drum, or in this case, went by his own tune regardless of how he effected the others around him. In short, the worst kind of person to have in a kitchen let alone a little community trying to bring life back to this ill begotten town.

It took all Brom had not to push the bard's hand off his shoulder. They must live in peace; he could not contribute to any tension within this band of people. He had to be civil, polite, and courteous even if the fool in front of him kept prancing around like a peacock in heat parading his feathers for any potential, dissatisfied potential mates to appear. However, not even he could maintain his cheery smile as he listened to the peacock prattle on and on. Gods above did the man love the sound of his voice or what.

"Don't make yourself the final verse," Brom muttered to himself though lo and behold the seemingly immovable object met a greater unstoppable force. Adrilla led him away with an arm around his shoulder and honeyed words coming from her lips not before she flashed Brom a grin and wink.

The dwarf returned with a satisfied mischievous grin and a thumbs up. "Oh we know when we aren't wanted!" He said with a hardy chuckle. His attention though turned to the Myrr and for a split second he thought he heard her give him his thanks. His grin softened into a warm smile of acknowledgement and a nod before he focused onto the matters at hand. So, they had a blacksmith, a herbalist, and a farmer, and at least some of them had combat abilities. He wasn't sure on the farmer though.

"I know my way around a sword," chimed in Brom. "If possible, I would like to try and find some wood for smoking as one method to preserve food. Hard woods like alder, hickory, oak, and so on." If they were going to be okay in the future, then they needed to stockpile on resources that would help extend the shelf life of food though whether or not they could lug back both wood for firewood and for smoking awaited to be seen.

However, a new problem arose; it appeared that he had accidentally discouraged the farmer from looking at the plains completely.

With a shrug Brom said, "Come along anyway. Worst case scenario is that if we don't have time to look then we have an extra pair of hands to help bring wood and food back. Besides, you'd be safer in the forest with a bear than with him anyway." He briefly glanced over in the direction of the bard.

He made sure the straps of his backpack were tightly secured around his shoulders, pots and pans gently clanged against each other. "But we are burning daylight, I'm with Myrr and that we should leave now."

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

It's also the new year coming up, so I guess people are gonna be busy.

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

Just holding off on posting just to see what others will do.

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

Place your bets on who's gonna sock the local bard!

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

@Zeroth

Sorry my dude lol

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

--- Near the northern edge of the settlement ---

@Dragonydas@LupusIntus@Rune_Alchemist@BunniesOfDoom@Zeroth

A voice rung clear. Brom turned to look see it was another blonde elf though this one had green eyes and looked less like she had a string of bad luck. Well, the words certainly fell out of her mouth, but her heart was in the right place. Brom flashed her a friendly smile and said, "Oh? I would certainly be grateful if you did come along. Your help would certainly be welcomed, miss."

Brom glanced around what was becoming a small squadron for the forest adventure. It was certainly something, but his eyes fell upon the anxious looking green haired woman that was behind the red headed man. What in the world was wrong with her? She looked like a shaking leaf that could've been blown away into the horizon by a mild gust of wind. The poor thing looked completely out of her element. It was a miracle that she even made it this far, but then again, it was also a miracle that she also happened to be a farmer.

Thank the gods above. He thought himself. There was now a less likely chance that they would starve to death in the future. Still, they had to deal with more immediate issues.

"I'm not sure if we'd be able to look today, but we can look tomorrow. In the meantime, the miss and I will do our best to get some more-" Before Brom could finish his sentence, the sound of a vielle rung throughout the decrepit hamlet followed by the voice of that foppish looking young man.

Is this really the time? It was some fine playing, do not get Brom wrong, but everyone was planning and working on survival and this guy thought it was a bright idea to play a concert. Well, he just wouldn't get food tonight.

Brom simply would've just ignored him, but the bard was simply put being too much of a nuisance to be ignored. The music got closer and closer until the dwarf was watching the human bard getting too cozy with the elf he was speaking too. She looked tense, unsure of herself. In other words, she looked uncomfortable with his sudden advances.

It was a split second, but Brom actually looked annoyed at the bard's presence, his brow was furrowed, his eyes squinting, the corners of his mouth were tugged in a frown. Again, that was only for a split second before he wore his typical smile. There was no need to be confrontational. They had to live with each other, so there was no need to be make an uncomfortable atmosphere.

Brom casually slipped his way between Rinn and Myrr. While he was someone of short stature, he was still someone that took up quite a bit of space with his naturally bulky dwarven frame. He gave the bard a smile and said, "Hey, nice playing there Mr. Arniman! It's definitely something that would lift our spirits up later, but I think at the moment maybe your attention should be focused on helping us in different ways. Why not help the lovely couple out? I'm sure we'd all be thankful." How does one get a slacker to work? In this case, play him like the fiddle that he played.

There was no way he was going to even entertain the idea of suggesting that he'd go with Yingmei to check out the fertile lands. It was safer to have him be around Daryl and Sheryl. There was no way he would be dumb enough to try and hit on a married woman, one whose husband looked like he could tie him into pretzel knots with ease. Or maybe he was?

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

@Xaltwind

Is it cool if I throw up a post or should I wait for everyone else to post?

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

Bird man is gonna be stuck on dish washing duty.

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

--- Near the northern edge of the settlement ---

@Zeroth@BunniesOfDoom@Xaltwind

Not that it ever crossed Brom's mind but thank the gods above that these were amicable travelers and not blood thirsty barbarians. What he was greeted with was the strange cavalcade of people from various different walks of life though the first of the group to reach out to him was this quite well-built man with an excited grin and held out his hand.

"Hah! Glad to meet a friendly face! The name's Brom, I hope we along! Nice beard by the way!" Brom extended his hand to greet the human's handshake and matched his firm grip, arm muscles rippled in an overly dramatic wave of masculinity with big, bearded grins. One they finished exchanging greetings, Brom's attention was turned to the sound a wagon creaking forward and found himself staring at a sour looking ass. A donkey, not the other kind. All three of the occupants looked like they were made of money, or at least the elderly gentleman and the little girl. The young man looked like he may have sired children in different villages before he ended up here, but Brom was not one to judge by appearances.

The only one that Brom had not seen yet was the dwarven woman. Maybe she really was just passing through to wherever she was planning to go or still had some business to attend to before coming to the encampment. It was not like he had much time to think about her; everyone seemed ready to get to business, or having lunch. The little girl on the cart had a large smattering of strawberry jam on white bread while the older gentleman ate orange marmalade. The sight of this food caused a flash of concern to go across Brom's face.

That's all they could find? Brom looked around the crowd and started to mentally count the amount of people that were there. He counted in his head the amount of people, including himself and even accounted for the female dwarf. Thirteen people in total with maybe more on the way if there were others that were compelled just as they were.

This was bad, really bad.

However, he caught the smell of something coming from downwind. It prickled his nose with a faint, yet sharp brininess. Salt? Are we near a beach? The cogs in his head began to turn. Perhaps things weren't going to be so dire after all, but there were other priorities that they needed to meet immediately first.

A red-headed boy called out to anyone that would listen. For now, it was best to get to know everyone and figure out what skills they had to offer. Brom raised his hand to catch the boy's attention. "I'll come with you. I'll forage along the way to get a better idea of what we've got to work with going forward."

He looked up at Adrila who seemed very keen at bossing people around. Was that what she did for a living? "I think most of us can split some logs, but I doubt we realistically have the tools to cut down a tree just yet." He sure as hell wasn't carrying around a saw or an axe. Also, he was pretty sure that the donkey would spit at them before it would allow them to use it to help hull lumber over.