Feb 14, 2023 8:39 am
Continued from The wind in her hair.
The land on the far side of the village looks much the same on the other. There is little work being done, and 'farmers' stare at you over their crumbling fences and from their unmaintained fields. Some greet you and ask casual questions, others watch you suspiciously.
As you near the baron's steading, you see signs of more recent work. Trees have been felled, and the road has deep drag-ruts in the rain-soaked surface.
You soon discover where those trees have gone: A large group of men are setting up a palisade fence to bar the way to the baron. This is the third such barricade you have encountered in this valley --they seem to be in fashion-- but this one is not complete and the workers don't seem interested in stopping you from passing. You can walk right up to the baron's home if you so choose.
What do you do?
The land on the far side of the village looks much the same on the other. There is little work being done, and 'farmers' stare at you over their crumbling fences and from their unmaintained fields. Some greet you and ask casual questions, others watch you suspiciously.
As you near the baron's steading, you see signs of more recent work. Trees have been felled, and the road has deep drag-ruts in the rain-soaked surface.
You soon discover where those trees have gone: A large group of men are setting up a palisade fence to bar the way to the baron. This is the third such barricade you have encountered in this valley --they seem to be in fashion-- but this one is not complete and the workers don't seem interested in stopping you from passing. You can walk right up to the baron's home if you so choose.
What do you do?