[By now, it's obvious that an experiment is happening. The village has already settled into a rush of chaos and noise as people wake to find themselves somehow altered in some way or another. Generally, Robin makes it his business to investigate these sorts of things. It's just that there's a bigger issue demanding much more of his concern at present.
Bridges. There are three bridges crossing the river that pierces the center of the town proper. Three innocent bridges quietly suffering under the weight and heels of hundreds of people who never stop to consider what they're doing to the structural integrity on which they tread. People just go clomping around carelessly. Something needs to be done.
And so, for the last several hours, Robin has been tinkering. He's constructed a vaguely habitable space just under each bridge, and will be taking shifts monitoring each one in sequence, thoroughly determined that none shall pass. He opens his journal to emphasize this.]
Effective immediately, bridge access is suspended. If you need to cross a river, swim.
[Those with business to conduct on a river-crossing will have to deal with an angry teenager today. Granted, it's not terribly difficult to outsmart a
bridge troll, so it may end up being the most minor of inconveniences. Come antagonize him? Keep him company? Try to talk some sense into him?
But so help you if you happen to be a gruff Billygoat. >_>]