@Zeroth Yasunami Akitsugu
It didn't take long for the returning smith to get spotted and approached by the burly carpenter who'd come looking for him. Approaching with swift, long strides and his towering, unmistakable frame, Daryl quickly closed the gap with the younger man.
"There you are, boy! Was looking for ya. The dwarf with the pot said he'd be amking us all some dinner, so c'mon. Bet you'll feel better once you get some grub in your guy, am I right? hah!"The boisterous man laughed at his own comment, giving Akitsugu a firm clap on the back. It seemed the carpenter had no msigvings or hesitation about treating the young blacksmith any different, even after his little spat with the yuong girl just a while back. Well, either that or he was really good at hiding it - but Daryl didn't really seem like the kind of man who was giid at the whole not-saying-what-he's-thinking thing... He seemed much more the type to wear his haeart on his sleeve.
On their way back to the others, the large fellow spoke about how he was planning to try and go over some of the houses closest to the town square tomorrow, and see how bad the damage was. With any luck, he figured he could patch up any smaller or lesser damage and make more buildings livable, so they wouldn't all have to share that one longhouse for too long. Yes. He used that exact phrasing. Yes. He also laughed at his own stupid pun.
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@Expendable Edmund Darrington
Victor scratched his beard as he looked at the curious bird in the young farmer girl's arms. He then rose back up to his full stature, shook his head and smiled.
"Far as I know, they don't need anything special. Just the same things any normal clucker needs. Food, water and shelter. And, well, protection from wild animals and thieves, but that's true for all critters, ain't it?" The man said. He wasn't a husbandry-expert after all.
At the young woman's words about Wilma and letting the little girl play with the newly acquired feathered friend, the old man gave her a warm, genuine smile - like a caring grandfather just hearing his teenage ward say something really selfless and kind forthe first time.
"I think she'd like that very much, miss. Thankj you."Meanwhile, over in the cart, Wilma looked up at big sis Macky, the little one doing her absolute best to hold back tears and sniffles to not seem scared or bothersome. Which was perhaps a bit surprising, given how up until now Victor had seemed like the doting kind of man who'd spoil her rotten, but perhaps he was strict about certain, particular things? Or maybe she was just trying to be tough and brave for reasons only a child could understand? It didn't really matter. At MacKinnon's praise of her courage, the young child blushed slightly and rubbed her eyes with her sleeve, wiping away some drops.
"I-I didn't pee...! I wasn't sacred...!" A bold-faced lie, made all the more obvious by her trembly, shaky voice and follow-up sniffles, but at least she hadn't soiled herself - which was good news for everyone involved. At the mention of food though, the girl's head sank a little.
"I-is the... Is the angry man eating with us too?" She asked, obvious concern and apprhension on her face.
While Niera and Myrr were busying themselves with talking to Brom about ingredients and the potential future of culinary prospects, as well as what they could and would use for the meal that the dwarf had in mind for them all, Sheryl made her way over to the golden-haired, dark skinned dwarven lass with the big horns. The latter had taken up a spot in the town center, staring at the big, four-pointed star-shaped statue near the well. With a wave, the red-haired, red-eyed woman approached, offering a friendly-enough greeting.
"Hey there,s tranger. Didn't see you here when we all met up during the morning.""Because I wasn't here.""Oh...? But, didn't you say you came to this place before ethe rest of us?""I did.""... But, you didn't join up and introduce yourself along with everyone else?""Was I supposed to?"The young dwarfess tilted her head, looking over at Sheryl - who looked, to put it mildly, more than a bit baffled. Again, the strange little woman didn't have any malice or sting to her words, rather just genuine confusion at the thoughtor prospect that she was expected to have attended the little meet'n greet from earlier.
"W-well... I... I suppose you weren't obligated to... Are... Are you going to stay in this place to?""Yup. That's the plan.""Ah... I see, I guess we'll be neighbors then. My name's Sheryl, by the way.""Good to meet ya.""... And, you are...?""Milni.""Ah, alright. Well, likewise. So, Milni... You've been staring at this ... Thing... For a while. Any idea what it is?"At the question, Milni turned her entire body over to face Sheryl, blinking a few times and then again tilting her head.
"OF course I do. You don't?" 
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