Southern Glacia, Sunday (Fandom time)
"We should be seeing Dalarnas over the next rise," Mark said, slapping the reins against the horses' backs. Dinah had gotten out of the wagon to walk for a while, the bumpy road making for an uncomfortable ride.
"Do they have a tavern in town?" she asked. "I can run ahead, order us some lunch."
"They do," Samantha said from the back of the wagon. "Although it isn't much."
"I need the exercise. Back in a minute, guys." She took off, needing to work off the frustrated energy of a week of small towns and suspicious looks, and not much progress. The frost on the ground was only a light powder, not enough to slow her down.
At the top of the next rise, just like Mark had said, the town was visible. A couple dozen small wooden buildings, a town square....
...something was off.
[for heromaniac, although open for phone calls after events.]
"Do they have a tavern in town?" she asked. "I can run ahead, order us some lunch."
"They do," Samantha said from the back of the wagon. "Although it isn't much."
"I need the exercise. Back in a minute, guys." She took off, needing to work off the frustrated energy of a week of small towns and suspicious looks, and not much progress. The frost on the ground was only a light powder, not enough to slow her down.
At the top of the next rise, just like Mark had said, the town was visible. A couple dozen small wooden buildings, a town square....
...something was off.
[for heromaniac, although open for phone calls after events.]