Nov 5, 2015 1:04 pm
After stepping outside and into the street you look around briefly, looking for the tell-tale sign of the mill. It takes you about a minute but you notice it off in the fields. You hang a left and go down the small country road towards the mill. It takes you about ten to fifteen minutes to walk to the mill from the mayors house, besides the small town everything else seems rather spread out. When you approach the mill an average height man with light brown hair to his shoulders comes running out wiping his hands on his dusty and dirty field pants. "Did Dalton send you? Are you here to help find my boy?" anticipation builds in his voice as he sees your group coming closer. "Logan was always an explorer, he'd wander the fields around the town. We told him to stay close but he never listened. He always had to know what was out there. We should have been more strict with him, its our fault." Byron starts to get choked up talking about his boy. He turns away for a few seconds as his emotions get the best of him, eventually calming he turns back to you all and wipes his green eyes clear. "Whatever you need, speak it and I will help all that I can."