Joined: Thu Sep 05, 2013 1:17 am
Location: San Diego, Ca
The Mid-spring morning creeps across the fields and the people of Alu on the Downs begin their chores. The local farmers head out to their plots, the shepherds can be seen moving the flocks out of the dells and up the hills to graze. It’s a Market Day and soon those who can afford stalls are setting up while folks from the outer villages and thorps start to trickle in to town. The sleepy town starts to bustle as the carts and wagons arrive in a cloud of dust. The Watch is about to make sure everything stays peaceful. Bailiff Watner with his jolly laugh can be heard and seen making his rounds and Sheriff Rol takes his traditional seat at the end of the market and enjoys an early morning spruce ale.
So “you” find yourself wandering the stalls and taking a look about. Before long you notice several other folks, of similar quality and baring, all of whom exchange respectable nods. The lean trapper with his dog, the Axe carrying warrior, the Mail clad staff bearer, and the Robed man with the golden pipe. There is a moment of silence as you find yourselves in close proximity wonder who will break the silence first.