OOC:
Sorry for the delay, eveyone.
After a while, the front door opens again, and the Jarl children -
Abella,
Devek,
Emiless,
Torren, and
Wenderly - file in, red-faced and blubbery, followed by a grim-faced
Abel. When she hears the door,
Elista hurries back down the stairs.
Elista meets
Abel's eyes, and they nod at one another.
Elista sighs.
Abel addresses the group:
"Oh Majestic Magnificences, we have prepared. We've hitched the cow to the cart and released the goats and chickens - they're wily and will be able to survive as long as nothing eats them." Emiless,
Torren, and
Wenderly begin to cry more vigorously.
"We've packed up the tools in the loft and closed up the barn. We've just got to load up some more goods we can sell...?" Elista nods and responds.
"I've packed everything except our food and cooking pots here in the kitchen." Abel sighs.
"Good. We should be ready to go in no more than a quarter hour." He turns to his kids.
"If there's anything small that you want to bring, get it now. We don't know when we'll be able to come back again."
The kids run around the house, picking up items and then setting them down again, trying to decide on one thing that is their favorite. As they do so,
Abel begins to lug the dry food out to the cart and
Elista carries some bags of clothes out as well. Soon enough, the parents have finished loading those, and added two pots, a skillet, and a bread pan into the cart, along with the mismatched set of spoons and knives that they've acquired over the years of having children.
"We're ready." The Jarl family heads out with the assembled heroes, and
Elista closes the door behind her. There is no lock. They begin to walk down the path,
Abel leading the cow.