Carmichael Village Square
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.
A son of adam with rolled up shirt sleeves shakes his head. “Nope. You’ll have to do a lot more to get rid of me. See, since we’re getting to know each other-” his tone is slightly sarcastic here but he tones it down as he continues. “there’s something you should know about me. I don’t give up on people.” He speaks the last phrase slowly and deliberately. “Now, you can rant and rave and attack me all you want – and you really should work on that because you can only drive so many people away – but I’m a pest and I won’t give up easily, Cassandra.”
Cassandra turns back to face him, the anger has dissipated, “Why? We have met twice. You’ll just be wasting your time sticking around.” She laughs dryly, “I don’t have many friends for a reason.”