Wise Owl |
The long winter is finally at an end, with the few last lingering snowfalls now hopefully a memory and the roads clear enough to travel. It would be a short time till the full thaw was in effect, and the present semi-frozen ground became mud, slowly the plentiful traffic of spring, so there are many who now look to the road.
The City of Melnupes is far behind, and days of travel would have passed since any settlement larger than a Thorp or other small clutch of houses was to be seen All on the roads were either farmers, herders or those whose business ignored the season. Now you had come to rest at a clearing that was less than a full day's march to Trenĉi, the town at the end of your journey.
News has spread that the logging town near the border of the Kef was a place beset with problems, where wealth and a name could be won. Rumours placed dark things in the forests, darker things in the depths of the swamps that here marked the edge of the border of 'civilized' Telva.
The forest around you was a mixture of bare trunks pointed skyward like so many spears, and ever-greens whose tiny needles lay a fragrant carpet across the forest floor. This clearing had been made some time ago, and maintained, one imagines, by trappers and hunters on their way to the town's market. Remnants of small temporary shelters are evident, and there are several small frame-like structures over which one could place canvas or furs to make a better windbreak.
People had been coming to rest here for the last hour or two, this the first decent break in the forest for at least a couple of hours. A paddler, his heavy pack laden with objects of tin and iron, pots and knives, rope and lamps, had been set up by the time the rest of you had arrived, others deciding to enlarge the fire he had started. Two brothers whose large auburn moustaches didn't hide their youth had set up a tent near the woods wall, the one sharpening a pair of wicked looking hunting knives while the other relayed a tale of a giant king out-smarted by a clever tailor.
A local farmer and a pair of trappers sat in rapt attention to the Tale-teller, the first having come to sell some of the end season's salted pork and home-made bread to the weary traveller, the hunters bearing the catches of their lines.
“My brother talks too much eh? But sometimes it's worth it...” the man sharpening knives says to the man bearing a noble crest, eyeing as Oscar, the manservant, is busily securing horse and shelter. “I am Kārlis and he is Kristaps. You look like a rich man Sir, but do not travel like one. Down on your luck? To Trenĉi for fortune or glory like the rest of us?”
Feel free to describe how you entered the clearing, and how you've yet interacted with those there. Also a good idea to get initial character descriptions out of the way