A dream at the end of summer

[Anastasia]

> A period of rest and work comes. Houses are built and the town begins to grow as summer begins its yearly submission to fall. It is one beautiful and sunny day right on the cusp between the seasons that Gildas, Feather and Myann are bothered. They're currently working away on a house when, "Feather, Gildas!" Em's voice, "There's visitors here for you all."
* Feather puts his hammer down and wipes the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve. "Visitors?" he repeats. "Humans or kobolds?"
* Gildas follows suit and goes to investigate!
> Myann glances over, "
> OOC: Gah.
> Myann glances over, "Who is it?"
> "Some humans from up around Willowford," Em replies, toying with a strand of hair. "They're talking about the dragonslayer heroes."
<Feather> "Right, then. Be right over," Feather promises, ready to tell that difficult story in his own unique way if they came here about that.
<Gildas> Gildas follows in Feather's footsteps to head over to the others to find out if they've only come for stories or more.
> The party thus goes along, Myann tagging along. Reaching the farmhouse, you find about two dozen there. Three families or so, mostly familiar faces from your rescue. Leading them is the ruddy faced Wieseman. He's just putting down a heavy backpack as you come in, "There they are," he says, as all eyes turn to the three. "The surviving heroes of Willowford!"
* Feather tips his hat at Wieseman, approaching the group. "Hello there."
* Gildas nods to them with a smile of greeting.
> "Heard you're starting up a town here. Turns out a lot of the outlying farms don't feel safe anymore," Wieseman pats his stomach, "When people heard about this, one plus one equalled two."
<Feather> "Folks out here do that," Feather agrees. "Ain't no fools living in these woods. Not for long, at least."
> "I figured on top of it, there's going to be a town and money here," Wieseman says, "Thought I'd see what's going on down this way."
> A voice from the crowd calls, "Plus hell, anyone who can kill a dragon like that bastard's strong enough to protect. All the cold weather hurt the crops up north, too."
<Feather> "We'll do our part where protecting's involved," Feather states, nodding at the speaker. "Side from that, the land here's better than anywhere else you might find. Forget that cold front, crops here'll outgrow anything anywhere else, and that's the truth."
> "We're going to have a large crop," Myann adds in, "It should be plenty of food."
> "That sounds even better," Wieseman says, offering a hand out.
<Gildas> "It'll probably require some more building." He surmises. "But I don't think that will be too much trouble."
* Feather takes his hand, shaking it firmly. "Gildas's right," he says. "We've been working on just that now. So more of the same, sounds like, but with a lot of experienced folk alongside us?"
> From behind, Rashen speaks up, "There's been some more houses built recently, and we can get in a few more before winterfall," he says, chomping down on an apple. Down it goes tripletime, as he wipes his fingers clean, "Oh, and there's a kobold to see you, just came on up a second ago."
<Gildas> "I'd wondered how they were doing." He responds to the news of the kobolds.
> "Busy day," Myann murmurs, "Hopefully they have what they promised."
<Feather> "Busy day." Feather glances between Myann and the newcomers, before asking her, "Good to take care of things here? Show these fine folk around and all, while Glidas n'me go to chat with the kobolds?"
> "That's fine," she says, smiling, "Come on, I'll show you around and introduce you around," she says, leading them away. OOC: Going to go play ball with the kobolds?
<Gildas> OOC: Sure.
> You go on down. There's a kobold waiting for you just outside the building, eyes squinted shut in the sunshine. He stays in the shadow of the building and is still squiting. "Hello!" he calls loudly as you approach, "I am Apprentice Sala'tal. Shaman Ten'ten'tal is indisposed, so I have your shinies here." He pats a large cloth sack as well as a guilded treasure chest. "Instructions on the items in the chest are included within. The sack's coins."
<Feather> "Hello," Feather returns, grinning at him. "Nice ta hear that. We've got something special for you folk, too, if you're interested."
> "What is it?" he asks, "I'm not authorized to buy anything, but I can pass word on." He squints out and covers his eyes with one hand, "How do you upper worlders live in this light?"
<Feather> "Different eyes." Feather taps the corner of his right one. "Used to see just great in the dark, but not anymore. All kinds of those around."
<Gildas> "You should wear your sundark glasses next time." He smiles and takes a look over at the items, then frowns just a bit as he realizes again who the intended recipient of one of them is.
> Grunting at all of that, "I should, but I forgot them." he admits, "So what is it you wanted to sell?"
<Feather> "You fine folk love dragons, don't you?" Feather asks. "We got our hands on some dragon-croc skin, well preserved and all. And the scales. And the teeth. Thing was huge, and could fly and breathe ice! Interested?"
> "Shaman Ten'ten'tal may be," he says, "I'll tell him. He'l be indisposed for a few more weeks, so it will take some time."
<Feather> "Sure thing. It's been treated so it should keep fine," Feather agrees. "Then, there's the real treasure, too. Got ourselves some magic bow that helps get anyone with a bit of dragon's blood in them closer to dragon."
> "Mmm. The shaman will be interested in those shinies," Sala'tal replies, stroking his chinb efore wincing and covering his eyes once more.
<Feather> "Speaking of the shaman again, when you say indisposed it ain't some weird illness or something we could help with? Just busy?"
> "He is occupied but is well," Sala'tal again replies, suddenly quieter. "He will be well and he will see you again."
* Feather nods. "Good to hear that, then."
<Gildas> He raises an eyebrow at that but sees no reason to question it. "I wish him good health, then." He says as he looks to Feather. "I suppose we should find out what they've worked so diligently on."
> OOC: It was loot posted.
<Gildas> OOC: I see that.
<Gildas> Either way, Gildas hoists the items out of the treasure box, not intending to carry the whole thing back up as that would be... less than ideal.
> OOC: Okay, anything else to do here with the goodies you got?
<Feather> OOC: I like the armor. Gildas, want the bow? I also want to see the spider-silk guy.
<Gildas> OOC: I'll ask Myann about it, otherwise I can hold it.
> OOC: Okay, just a sec.
> OOC: We'll do Myann first real quick.
> Myann's found later that evening. She's lying in her room, staring off into space with the door open.
<Gildas> He'll come to her room with the bow, knocking lightly on the frame. "They delivered this. It seems enchanted for us to use... I was wondering if you thought you might want to use it."
> Myann sits up, rubbing her face with one hand. "A longbow? I was never any great talent with bows, despite the elven reputation and the skills of a woodsman. What's it do?"
<Gildas> "That's a good question." He responds with a small smile. "Apparently I can somehow manipulate it when I'm shapeshifted... But I have no idea what it will do for you."
> "I can find out," Myann offers her hand out, "Let me see it and see if it's obvious."
<Gildas> He hands it over!
<Gildas> In the back of his mind he's half expecting it to suddenly shoot mushroom-tipped arrows, though...
> Myann touches the bow. She stays still a moment before shaking her head and passing it back, "Mushroom arrows," she confirms. "Poisonous mushroom arrows that I can manipulate with my magic."
<Gildas> "Truly shocking." He says with a smile. "Well, if you decide you want to try and use it, let me know. I don't have any training with bows either, but... I think it may just work anyway."
> That gets a slight nod back. OOC: Okay. To the spidersilk.
> Meanwhile, Feather goes to see Tindas. He's standing before the tree-home of the zygraats, one resting on his gloved wrist. Dangling from the tree is an enwebbed dear, currently being eaten by them.
<Feather> "Hey there, Tindas," Feather greets him. "Just wanted to see about that armor, 'specially since I've got plenty of gold right now. Is this a good time?"
> "What about it?" Tindas turns, "The armor, yes?"
<Feather> "Yeah. Don't know if it was clear, but I wanted Myann to have it. Do you need her to stop by for the measurements and that sort?"
> "I already have them," Tindas says, and going on before that, "I asked her for them since I figured it was for her. She's complained about ruined spells. Do you have the rest of it?"
> Above you, a bit of blood and meat fall down, splattering by your foot. The cries of the zygraats follow, one swooping down to get the scrap.
<Feather> "We should, between the two of us," Feather responds.
> "Then it's ready." With a smirk and waiting just a moment, "I wasn't going to sit idle this long while yo ugot the gold together."
* Feather laughs. "Shoulda expected that! Glad to hear it, and I bet so'd Myann when I tell her."
> "Good," Tindas nods, "It'll serve yo uwell."
<Feather> "Don't doubt it for a second," Feather agrees. "Just got me thinking about what next, is all. Maybe find some wizard like you did the once?"