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--- Springwood Forest ----

@Zeroth Yasunami Akitsugu, @Dragonydas Myrravel Velasien, @Remram Brom Stronghammer, 

The forest was kind to its new arrivals, offering no resistance to their poking and prodding and gathering or gawking. A few curious birds sat upon their branches and watched the unfamiliar creatures who'd stumbled into their domain set about their various tasks, but other than that there was no interference or hindrance. It appeared that, this bare incursion into the forest perimeter was not enough to rile any of the local fauna into any sort of action or state of wariness.

Brom and Myrr would find however that their patch of wild garlic and nettles weren't nearly as common a sight as they may be led to believe. In fact, the chances of these natural resources appearing this far out into the outskirts of the woodlands was a rare occurrence indeed. If they wanted to find more of these useful plants, they'd surely have to go a little deeper into the undergrowth, into the forest proper.

Meanwhile, attempts at gathering dry wood, logs, branches and bark would prove fairly easy, as there was no shortage of it lying strewn across the woodland ground. Mostly thin and small pieces though, as there were no thick or larger trees standing about in the early outer circle of the forest region. But then again, how much wood could three people, even with backpacks, possibly haul back by hand? Perhaps gathering enough for a day or two was good enough? Otherwise, if they wanted larger pieces of burnable fuel, they'd have to press on further to find them.

--- Village Heart ---

@Lupusintus Rinn Arniman, @BunniesOfDoom Adrila Jaaxa

"Ah, it's a great story, lemme tell you, boy!" Daryl bellowed in a roar of enthused laughter, as the unfortunate bard asked the fatal question of how the large, broad-shouldered man had met his much daintier wife.

And so began a grand tale from back in the years of their collective childhood, told by a burly fellow with about as much talent in retelling a tale as a rock had a talent for being used as a pillow. It worked, if you really, really, really tried hard enough... But it was hardly comfortable. ANd that was something Daryl's story-telling shared. If the bard had hoped for an eloquent and romantic re-telling of their fated union, then he was going to be sorely disappointed... For it was a dry and undescriptive tale, which was only kept afloat by Daryl's own enthusiasm in telling it.

When the foppish fool finally had done enough running back and forth, and was taken to have a little break along with Sheryl, the woman gave him a quick sideways glance, before returning to her blanketeering.

"Not much stamina in you? That's alright, trying to keep pace with taht ox of a man I call husband isn't easy for anyone." She said with a bit of a sting, though if it was meant for the unatheltic boy with the lacking vigor, or her happy-go-lucky hubby was a question nobody could really answer.

After a fair bit of work though, Sherly had finally felt like she'd been sitting long enough. Standing up, arching her back... Well, backwards... with her arms raised above her head to stretch, she let out a mild 'hmmmmnnnn' sound. The human woman then proceeded across the street, without a word, exiting the stone building and popping into the wooden longhouse. Where, surprise, surprised, the elven woman who'd stayed behind was currently milling about, apparently set on rearranging and moving the cots inside around. The red head called out.

"Hey there! I'm about halfway done with the blankets for this place. Could you be a dear and check how they feel when lying on one of these... beds." Sheryl's inflection on the last word was quite clearly a strain on the woman. She was, given that her spouse was a carpenter, probably used to sleeping on something a bit more comfortable than these old, hard, prison-adjacent-bed-like thingies...

With that, the seamstress returned, just in time to watch her husband carry in and dump a large box on the floor, right behind where Rinn was seated.

"Is that the box with our dining ware?"
"tUh, thinks o? It sounded all clicky and clonky when I carried it."
"Y... You didn't just grab and swing it around di you? You didn't hear any cracking or shattering, did you!?"
"Relaaaaaax dear, I didn't hear nothin'! 'Sides, what would it matter if a few plates or bowls break, huh?"
"I'll tell you why it matters, bub! What're we gonna eat on or out of if all our porcelain's beenn turned into iddy-biddy bits because you didn't think to be more careful, huh?"
"Well... We could just use our hands or a wooden branch as a sp-"
"Open. That. Crate. NOW!"
"Yes, dearest..."

Daryl produced a crowbar-like instrument from the open crate with the many tools in it that was conveniently nearby. With a practiced arm and motion, he quickly undid the sealed lid. Thankfully, to Sheryl's relief, it appeared that, at least the top-most, collection of plates, saucers, bowls and platters were still intact.

--- Westside Village ---

@ERode MacKinnon

While defacing property that wasn't hers and further reducing the structural integrity of already crumbling buildings, the young miner-girl continued her quest into another part of the abandoned village. However, in this particular section of the settlement, the young one would make a startling discovery. This area seemed far more well-cleaned out and thoroughly vacated than the previous locations she'd been to.

In fact, there weren't even rotten or destroyed furniture remains in most of the buildings she'd visit. Just empty interirors, with bits of collapsed roof and ceiling or warped, cracked or rotting floors. It was perhaps a result of those who had lived in these buildings in the past had been in possession of far less items than the rest of the village? Or perhaps it was the obivous, and due to their wealth they'd been able to leave with all of their possessions, rather than leave any behind? It was rather impossible to say, really.

What the girl did find, when she eventually found something though, was a building with a wall-mounted fireplace made from solid, grey stone bricks. However, it was ... Strange... Something was off about it. For one thing, there were no ashes or soot inside the chamber, almost as if it'd never been used to, y'know, actually light a fire inside of it.

Secondly, there was... Well... No chimney. The fireplace looked all proper and such, but there was no way that that if you lit it, the smoke wouldn't just flood back into the building's interior. How peculiar...

--- Southwest Farmlands ---

@CitrusArms Niara Rootwick,  @Rune_Alchemist Yingmei Okudaira

As the two women approached and called out for the little bird, it came waddling over almost immediately. As they spoke to it, the creature merely looked at them, expectantly, making soft, low 'bawk' and 'bok' sounds.  When a hand was stretched out to it, it gazed at the appendage for a moment, then approached and nuzzled its head against it in a gentle, stroking fashion - similar to how a cat might rub up against its favorite ownner or family member. Whatever this creature was, it appeared to be very friendly and gentle if nothing else.

When asked its dietary habits though... The creature looked up and quickly waddled over to Niera. Apparently the mere mention of 'food' was enough to garner the beasts' attention. Either it was endearing in its ability to recognize the word for eating, or amusingly simple in its single-minded focus at the prospect of eating.

Still, when no food was offered, the creature returned soon to pecking at the ground. At one point, it pulled out a nice, juicy earthworm and ate it without hesitating. Later still, it wandered over to the fields that were largely overgrown, and used its chicken-y feet to scratch at the gorund, uncovering some kind of small seed of some kind... Which it then greedily gobbled in a great gulp. It appeared this thing was happy to eat basically anyhting as long as it fit into its beak.

But what about the rest of the area? What about the shack-looking building of to the side? What about the fields? Would they try to tend and restore them? Would they eat the chicken-looking bird-thing?  Take it as a pet? Leave it alone? Who knew?

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