06-10-2014, 11:03 PM
“It was close, but I’ll live,” Paige replied to Neil, “I probably couldn’t say that if you hadn’t jumped that bandit back there. I’m Paige. May I ask your name?”
The danger had seemingly passed (most weren’t aware of the forces gathering around the village), but people were still eager to seek shelter in the abandoned schoolhouse. The local blacksmith was pulling down the boards in order for the townspeople to gain entrance.
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It was quite clear that the school hadn’t seen students for some time. A layer of dust covered the rows of desks. The chalkboards still had basic math formulas etched upon them. A couple of storybooks were around to help entertain the children inside. Though the schoolhouse was only one classroom, there was enough room for the townspeople to feel cozy.
Paige was sitting at one of the little desks, being treated by a cleric. The bruise around her neck was fading away with the healing magic. She decided to take a break and recover while everyone shuffled inside. Despite all the changes from the empire, there were still those who would stand and help instead of hide and cower. Paige had the pleasure to talk to one of those people: Neil.
“Those clothes,” Paige observed Neil’s garb, “I’ve seen the style from illustrations of Sacaen people. Would you happen to be from the plains? I’m sure there is some story as to why you’ve come from so far.”
Though she was currently in a conversation with Neil, the young woman watched for others she recognized, eager to give her thanks to those that saved the people as well as herself.
The danger had seemingly passed (most weren’t aware of the forces gathering around the village), but people were still eager to seek shelter in the abandoned schoolhouse. The local blacksmith was pulling down the boards in order for the townspeople to gain entrance.
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It was quite clear that the school hadn’t seen students for some time. A layer of dust covered the rows of desks. The chalkboards still had basic math formulas etched upon them. A couple of storybooks were around to help entertain the children inside. Though the schoolhouse was only one classroom, there was enough room for the townspeople to feel cozy.
Paige was sitting at one of the little desks, being treated by a cleric. The bruise around her neck was fading away with the healing magic. She decided to take a break and recover while everyone shuffled inside. Despite all the changes from the empire, there were still those who would stand and help instead of hide and cower. Paige had the pleasure to talk to one of those people: Neil.
“Those clothes,” Paige observed Neil’s garb, “I’ve seen the style from illustrations of Sacaen people. Would you happen to be from the plains? I’m sure there is some story as to why you’ve come from so far.”
Though she was currently in a conversation with Neil, the young woman watched for others she recognized, eager to give her thanks to those that saved the people as well as herself.
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