[Child of the 7th Age]

Eruantalon's post:

Looking around at the hurried city, he wondered what he could learn. Now how do these people ever expect to fight us off if they can’t organize their city? Walking down an alley way he heard two men talking. They were at the end of this twisting and turning stone path.

“When do you think those bandits are going to attack?” asked the first man.

“When they're good and ready! They don’t seem to be in any hurry. I have heard lots of stories about bandits raiding farms, though,” the other replied.

“Our mayor and his men have some good plans….but I really don’t know what’s going to happen with this town,” said the first man.

“They’ll get their’s if they try and get into the city. We have good walls and protection. We just have to get a few more things," replied the other.

No use in listening to two people who know nothing more than town gossip; he had better things to take care of. He walked into a small pub and sat in the corner where no one else was. The bar maid asked if he wanted anything. He answered “Only to get out of the cold for a few moments and not be bothered.”

He looked around at the people--some drinking away, some looking very worried. He keep the faces of the worried ones in sight at all times. Some of them sat at a table together. Some were alone, maybe they knew something. After a few minutes he decided not to sit there longer. They didn’t look like they would open up to strangers. The drunks he didn’t want anything to do with.

It was getting vary late now. Time to get back to the meeting place. The Prancing Pony was waiting with his cohorts. Nothing much done or seen. He had to get back quickly and hope he didn’t miss them.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 2:18 PM January 09, 2004: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]