It is difficult to gather wood in the darkness, but some searching eventually brings her to what she needs.
"Finally!" *Collects enough for a small fire, and returns to her horse*
As she heads back, she finds Mithrandir waiting where she left him. After a few minutes, she is able to get a fire started. A few people, noticing the firelight, peer out at her from their homes, but they shutter the windows and move back inside without saying anything.
"Finally!" *Collects enough for a small fire, and returns to her horse*
As she heads back, she finds Mithrandir waiting where she left him. After a few minutes, she is able to get a fire started. A few people, noticing the firelight, peer out at her from their homes, but they shutter the windows and move back inside without saying anything.
As she heads back, she finds Mithrandir waiting where she left him. After a few minutes, she is able to get a fire started. A few people, noticing the firelight, peer out at her from their homes, but they shutter the windows and move back inside without saying anything.
*Sit's buy the fire for a bit then falls asleep.*
Tasha is awakened in the early hours before dawn. Blearily opening her eyes, she sees someone sitting by the cooled remnants of the fire.
In the pre-dawn light, an old man shuffles into the village, his drab-coloured garments billowing slightly. He leans upon a staff held in one hand, the other hand raised to stroke a fat polecat which sits upon the man's stooped shoulders.
'Well, well, well, Busker me lad, may'aps we got our timing wrong,' Trusty 'Panface' Deerhead mumbles to his pet. 'We should've come later on, when there would be more people about! Oh well, let's 'ave a sit down and wait for this place to wake up!' With that, the old man makes himself comfortable on a crate lying outside a shop - and waits . . .
