-----“There are more here now,” Garrison says as he winces under Rinda’s attention. From the shadows of the buildings beyond the square more people are seen; women looking about for loved ones and young men and women wearing tattered clothing carrying weapons.
-----After more moments, more people were gathering together in the square. How odd it was now to see humans in various states of abuse taking control of this village where only a few hours ago, humanoids reigned. Many of the humans carried weapons and gathered together to talk and organize. People were emerging from the barn accompanying young children away from the structure.
-----Rinda had finished with Garrison and now was giving aid to Dilton checking over the warrior’s injuries. Quickly she moved because as she casts her eyes about, she seemed anxious to help these new people who were approaching.
-----Now walking toward the heroes was Jyan, his robes slightly bellowing in the wind. Behind him were three women. One of them, a tall graceful lady with dark, yet graying hair who Jyan seemed to favor in his own features. The other two were much younger. One was shorter and had long blonde hair with a beautiful round face. The other girl favored the older woman with raven dark hair.
-----“Alynnsa! My children!” a man calls from the entrance of the inn. There an elder portly man with receding hair waves and rushes toward Jyan and the women and embraces them all.
-----Whisper turned to the bale of hay, and then smoothly unstrung his bow, resealed the quiver at his side, and placed the two daggers into his satchel. Fastening the bow to its loops, he shouldered the satchel, and then firstly set about recovering his spent arrows, or the pieces thereof that were still usable.
-----After that, he approached the pony, taking care not to spook it again. It should have a few more belongings of the Dwarf, and Garrison would still need a replacement axe.
-----The corpse, he left where it lay. That arrow, he did not touch.
-----Rolling his shoulders like a wildcat, and resettling his scarf and hood to partially hide his features, Whisper strode from the barn. He had one more thing to do, tonight.
-----As he left the stable, he crossed behind the inn to where across the way were the line of houses and barns that he had scouted earlier. Interestingly, now there were people moving in front of the houses. Whisper could see women wearing peasant dresses and also ragged men and younger women. As he stayed in the shadows, he could see these people moving toward the village square. The women must have been rescued after some of the prisoners had been freed from the river operation.
-----Whisper nodded to himself.
-----The concealing shadows allowed him some moments to consider. This night was done. He could leave now, and head south after the warband.
-----But there was no particular hurry. He had them, now. Luck, as much as patience had brought him here. The Wood Elf took a deep breath. The storm had left a heaviness in the air, a tang he tasted. He drew another breath, released it slowly.
-----He would leave in the morning. Decision made, he turned to find a quiet place to slip into reverie... and then something... stirred inside.
-----So. This night demanded a certain closure. Whisper could not entirely disagree.
-----But he would not play where they would be able to see him.
-----The roof of the Inn would do.
-----To the wall he gathered himself. With a leap, he gained the windowsill of a lower window and hoisted himself up. Though the wood and the clay covered walls were wet, the wood elf had no trouble climbing. The back side of the inn shielded him easily from view as the shadows here were deep and dark.
-----As he reached the roof, Whisper could look out across the village square before him and the homes and buildings off to the north and south. Down below in the square, more people were gathering there. How odd it was now to see humans in various states of abuse taking control of this village where only a few hours ago, humanoids reigned. Many of the humans carried weapons and gathered together to talk and organize. People were emerging from the barn accompanying young children away from the structure.
-----Whisper settled himself, and pulled down the scarf from his face. He rummaged in his satchel, and drew out the panpipes.