preparations


Carmichael Lodge
Western Archenland


The Carmichael Lodge is not an ostentatious building. The focal point
appears to be a small woodburning stove, which lends light and warmth to the
room. The wooden walls are whitewashed and bare, but for several sconces.
The woodplank floor is swept clean and there is a fairly tidy desk sitting
beside a doorway that appears to open into a hallway. Sitting at the desk is
a young man with blonde hair.


Cassandra comes rushing out of the hallway, a package is in her hands.

Lanisen passes through the front room of the lodge, on his way back to the room. “Hey,” he says, startled. “What’s the rush?”

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building walls


Carmichael Village Square
Western Archenland


There is a small parcel on Loc’s doorstep in the morning. It contains a folded piece of paper and the jeweler’s monocle, carefully wrapped to keep it from being damaged.
The paper reads simply: “I don’t feel right keeping this. Best wishes, Lanisen.”


Loc works carefully to fill a waterskin at the well.

Lanisen passes through the square in the early evening, on his way back to the lodge from the general store. He misses a step on seeing Loc, then continues with his head lowered.

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switching majors


Carmichael Way
Western Archenland


You stand along a wide trail that connects Carmichael proper to the north
with the settlement area to the west. The sun beats down on you from far
overhead and the wind rustles the bushes. A trail runs east into the
Lowlands.


Lanisen makes his way down the road back into town alone. He seems quiet and distant.

Loc emerges from the woods on the main trail rather suddenly. He’s covered in the typical dirt from the mine but also has a few stains on his tunic and pants from the forest plants and soil. He’s moving slowly and dragging a large carcass behind him, using cording to help make transport easier. Every so often he pauses, to wipe away the sweat.

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surprise explosions


Fischer’s Tavern
Carmichael
Western Archenland


Loc snarls, “I traded in my freedom out of some misplaced sense of concern. And while people can throw me in a mine and tell me ta avoid people and the like, they can’t tell me how ta feel!”

Cassandra may flinch briefly but it is barely noticeable. She stands in front of Loc and a chair with a hole in the back of it. Her voice is hard, “First of all, you will pay for that broken chair. Second of all, Who is telling you to avoid people? Third of all, I have about had it with you, Loc.”

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food run


Fischer’s Tavern
Carmichael
Western Archenland


Loc sees Cassandra and then spots the box. Immediately he heads for it.

Deonyc also enters the tavern, putting his quiver down in a corner with his satchel .

Cassandra spies the movement and whirls around, smacking her broom against Loc’s chest. “Where you going, mister?” Upon seeing who it is, she sighs, “Oh, it’s you.”

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everything’s fine


Carmichael Way
Western Archenland


You stand along a wide trail that connects Carmichael proper to the north
with the settlement area to the west. The sun beats down on you from far
overhead and the wind rustles the bushes. A trail runs east into the
Lowlands.


Lanisen leads the big gray gelding he is most often seen with down the road out of town. His head is down, and beyond the cursory glances given to carts and such to ascertain their position and get out of their way, he doesn’t seem to be paying much attention to the others on the road.

Loc is just reaching the main trail, coming from the mine. He has a few minors with him and they talk amongst themselves, their laughter and voices carrying.

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check in; escape


Carmichael Settlement
Western Archenland


You stand in a clearing nestled close to the mountains and surrounded by
thick brush and tangle. Scattered around the clearing in the shade of the
mountain are several stone houses with carefully-thatched roofs. They
are a fair size, though most consist of only one room, but they look snug
and dry. Most are lit brightly as their occupants go about their daily
routines, but some are dark and look like they might have been abandoned.


Loc hears the lock and footsteps, catching the lighter footsteps. Seeing Harmonia his shoulders sag a little.

Cassandra looks up from her kicking of the rocks, blinking. “Hey Kid.”

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until lambs become lions


Carmichael Village Square
Western Archenland


You stand in the center of a quaint little country village, nestled in the foothills of the Western Mountains. There are a few shops surrounding the square, including Isfar’s blacksmith shop to the east, which is ringing with the sound of iron-on-iron. To the southwest is a small tavern, which smells of good home-cooked food. There is a traveller’s shelter to the northwest with a sign over the door that reads “Carmichael Lodge”. There is also a shop to the northeast, and two others, to the southeast and to the west, respectively. In the midst of the square stands a a stone well.

The main road heads south toward the settlement, a collection of humble, neatly-kept homes to the southwest of the main town.


Lanisen can be seen leaving the square at a walk, leading a big gray gelding down the path out of town.

Loc is entering town with a piece of paper. He pauses as he sees Lanisen and gives a wave, “Hey.”

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jewels


Carmichael Village Square
Western Archenland


You stand in the center of a quaint little country village, nestled in the foothills of the Western Mountains. There are a few shops surrounding the square, including Isfar’s blacksmith shop to the east, which is ringing with the sound of iron-on-iron. To the southwest is a small tavern, which smells of good home-cooked food. There is a traveller’s shelter to the northwest with a sign over the door that reads “Carmichael Lodge”. There is also a shop to the northeast, and two others, to the southeast and to the west, respectively. In the midst of the square stands a a stone well.

The main road heads south toward the settlement, a collection of humble, neatly-kept homes to the southwest of the main town.


Loc stands by the well, one of his feet tapping the ground to manage the excess energy. He looks around the square, waiting for something or someone, almost like a child going on a long awaited trip.

Lanisen leaves the lodge. His eyes are on a piece of paper in his hand that looks like it has been folded and refolded many times.

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