Robert Brooker walks up to Llewnar and shakes his hand. "Ahh Ranwell, tis good to see you again old chap. So, who is your friend slumbering by the fireside!?"
Ranwell looks towards the fire. "That would be my squire, I found him in a goblin trap. He's kind of new to the occupation."
Gruntil turns in his sleep and mumbles some words.
Ranwell, (or Llewnar) turns back to Robert. "Right! You better off sleeping somewhere a little way off from here. My squire may wakeup early, he might just attack you."
Robert looks around, he spots a tall oak tree in the distance. "I'll sleep up that oak tree. Where are you travelling, to the mercenary village?"
"Ehhh . . . no, we have just left the place today, I have nothing planed yet. Lets go to sleep and sort the whole thing out in the morning."
Robert nods in agreement, then goes off to find his the oak tree.
The next day Robert climbs down the oak tree and peers through a thicket, camouflaging Ranwell and Gruntils camp. To his surprise there was only Ranwell still sleeping. "Where on earth is that little -" Snap. Robert turns his head to see the goblin standing half a metre behind him, a branch aloft.
The night air is chilly, and without the buildings to block it the wind gusts coldly.
*Shivers, slightly.*
All the stars in the sky are clearly visible here. The gibbous moon casts a pale light over the landscape, rolling hills fading into black in the distance.
All the stars in the sky are clearly visible here. The gibbous moon casts a pale light over the landscape, rolling hills fading into black in the distance.
"It's a nice night isn't it boy." Horse continues to eat. "Oh I'll bet it's about time to go to the well! When your done you can go back to the barn with out me." Horse tosses head. "Good boy" *Starts towards well*
All the stars in the sky are clearly visible here. The gibbous moon casts a pale light over the landscape, rolling hills fading into black in the distance.
"It's a nice night isn't it boy." Horse continues to eat. "Oh I'll bet it's about time to go to the well! When your done you can go back to the barn with out me." Horse tosses head. "Good boy" *Starts towards well*
This late at night, no one is out on the streets. The only people she sees on her way to the well are a couple soldiers standing watch outside the Hand's barracks.
"It's a nice night isn't it boy." Horse continues to eat. "Oh I'll bet it's about time to go to the well! When your done you can go back to the barn with out me." Horse tosses head. "Good boy" *Starts towards well*
This late at night, no one is out on the streets. The only people she sees on her way to the well are a couple soldiers standing watch outside the Hand's barracks.
Ranwell, (or Llewnar) turns back to Robert. "Right! You better off sleeping somewhere a little way off from here. My squire may wakeup early, he might just attack you."
Robert looks around, he spots a tall oak tree in the distance. "I'll sleep up that oak tree. Where are you travelling, to the mercenary village?"
"Ehhh . . . no, we have just left the place today, I have nothing planed yet. Lets go to sleep and sort the whole thing out in the morning."
Robert nods in agreement, then goes off to find his the oak tree.
The next day Robert climbs down the oak tree and peers through a thicket, camouflaging Ranwell and Gruntils camp. To his surprise there was only Ranwell still sleeping. "Where on earth is that little -" Snap. Robert turns his head to see the goblin standing half a metre behind him, a branch aloft.
Robert jerks aside, just in time for the branch to come down on his toes. "YOWWWW!"
Gruntil pulls his branch up again and takes aim at Robert's head.
Ranwell wakes up and looks around. "Gruntil! Stop, he's a friend."
Gruntil snarls at Robert and then drops the branch behind him.
This late at night, no one is out on the streets. The only people she sees on her way to the well are a couple soldiers standing watch outside the Hand's barracks.
By this time, the common room has emptied out. He sees no one as he leaves.
"Perfect!" He thinks to himself. *Exits*
This late at night, the streets are quiet as well. The only people Blake sees on his way to the well are two soldiers standing at the door of a long, squat building on one side of an open square.
