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[Blackrazor]

The revelry of the brown folk lasts long after the suns retreat and the stars rise. Blood Skald avoids the many prying questions of his chatty companion while artfully remaining charming, his companions seem more dour, or is it worry. Gibbering simply eats and observers, while the man of blue takes everything in with a cautious eye.

The elder claps his hands, sated by the experience. The music and revelry stop and the crowds slowly disperse busy cleaning and clearing.

The elder turns and walks away toward the strange tower, his twins in tow. As he goes he calls out over his shoulder, "My men will show you to your beds. Rest well strangers."

The armored guards courteously escort you to a large round dwelling, inside beyond the curtain of braided strips of leather with stone like beads interspersed, is a cozy space with three bedrolls and a lamp. You settle in as a trio of guards take thier place outside the opening.

Gibbering looks grim as be sits, Sorrow does not fare much better. Both eye you seeming to want your take on the village and it's elder having interacted with them the most.

[Grognardsw]

Blood Skald thanks the Elder and village people for the evening entertainment before he retires to the sleeping quarters.

Inside, he speaks to Gibbering and Sorrow in hushed tones so the guards or other prying ears do not hear. "My bones tell me their hospitality is masking darker purpose. Yonder guards give pause. What think you - escape into the night now, or face what may come on the morrow?"

[Blackrazor]

Sorrows frowns," There is something wrong here I can feel it. However, Body's people are not like the elder though we have yet to challenge them."
Gibbering nods, "Hunter is safe, we are fed well. We sleep lightly and then head on our way. No harm yet but the rising sun may see red blades and earth." He nods to himself a dozen times, seemingly reassuring himself or contemplating that which the yellow men do.

[Grognardsw]

Blood Skald of Doom nods to the others' words. He sleeps lightly that night, dreaming of Sky Lords and the strangeness that brought him from his homeland to this place. He takes a shift as the three maintain a watch. As the sun rises above the trees Skald wakes the others and girds for the day.

"Let us try to speak with Body, then depart."

By Body, I mean the hunter we saved.