Xaltwind — Roleplayer Guild

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@Zeroth Yasunami Akitsugu, @Dragonydas Myrravel Velasien, @Remram Brom Stronghammer, @ERode MacKinnon, @CitrusArms Niara Rootwick, @Rune_Alchemist Yingmei Okudaira, @BunniesOfDoom Adrila Jaaxa, 

Sheryl seemed to let out a quiet 'hmph' as she was summarily ignored by the two other women from the south. Perhaps they'd been so taken by the spectacle drama that'd unfolded before them that they hadn't heard them. Or perhaps they just choose to not engage her for some other reason. Regardless, the red head relocated herself back to her burly husband quick enough and began speaking with him in a low voice, low enough that nobody else could really tell what she was saying.

"It's a great to hear you girls got some farming done. Real great, hah!" Daryl then announced, turning to face both Yingmei and Niera.
"Let me know if I can help you with anything when cooking." Sheryl added, looking over at Brom. "Though... I didn't see any stoves or ovens around."
"Glad to hear things went well, ladies." Victor soon added, having returned from his cart - though Wilma wasn't with him. The elderly man did pause when he spotted what the farmer lass was carrying in her arms.

"Is... Is that a high-feather hen? Where'd you find something like that?" He stated, a truly surprised look on his face. The old fellow trotted over, leaned down, looked the little critter in the eyes - who looked back in equal measure and let out a soft cluck. The amiable animal made the old merchant chuckle as he extended a finger and scratched its chin. Ms. Clucky, in return, closed her eyes and raised her head triumphantly, enjoying the free scratches.

"These little fellows are rare, you see. Usually, they're owned by nobles or the very wealthy. I hear their eggs are far tastier than those of ordinary chickens, though that may just be an exaggeration - I've never had the chance to eat them myself." Well, at least they knew what kind of species the chicken was now. Though, that hardly explained why it was here. In fact, if it was so rare and valuable, that made the fact that it was just meandering about all alone in a deserted village even stranger!

At the same time, over by the well, the dark skinned dwarf with blonde hair and bunnies in her hand tilted her head at MacKinnon's words.

"They're just decorative." She responded, in that same placid, neutral, matter-of-factly way that made her seem so slightly off. "I was here first, before any of you arrived. Just went hunting because more people showed up." No real specifics given, as to be expected. At Brom's words though, the little lady nodded and trekked over to him, extending her arm with the deceased rabbits to the chef. [color=gold"Here."[/color] ... Not a single hint of hesitation or apprehension... Either she was naively trusting and didn't even consider the possibility of having her catch stolen and run off with, or she was so confident that losing them wasn't going to be a big deal because she could catch more that she wasn't really concerned.

In whatever case, it appeared all was... More or less fine now. And at the promise of a meal, a loud growl could be heard from Daryl's stomach. The big man blushed, rubbed the back of his head and let out a hearty laugh again.

"Seems I'm a bit peckish, huh? Haha! Well, I'll go look for the kid, tell him you're making us something to eat. I'm sure that'll perk his mood up." The big lug said, turning and heading off in the same direction he'd seen Akitsugu go.

Of course, Daryl hadn't explored the town. So he had no actual idea of where the smithy was... Or where Akitsugu had really gone... But given the man's seemingly boundless positivity, that probably wasn't even something that entered his mind. Sheryl, meanwhile, moved over to where the firewood had been placed and began inspecting it.

"Hm... this won't last too long... But I guess it's more than enough for cooking." It appeared the seamstress was not impressed by the haul brought back by the three people who'd gone to the forest to forage for it. But at least she wasn't saying anything rude or pointing fingers at those who'd tried.

Lastly, a small head peaked over the side of Victor's wagon, looking out at the square where the adults were. Then disappeared back down again. Eyes still teary and upset.
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