Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170611015924/@comment-24685738-20170614183327

Rhaela frowned at Arctus. "Once we reach Cespar, you get your reward, and Arik and I won't ask anything more of you, unless you are comfortable with it."

No, we're not idiots, a tiny island nation can't invade a whole empire...

The people of Hackdirt seemed awful jovial. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the flowers were blooming. Matronly women walked around with baskets on their heads, full of flowers, or produce, or goods, while small children danced around them, playing games. Men in the fields whistled as they worked, and those in the pubs were singing raucously and laughing. All in all, it seemed an entirely normal little village, where war had not been seen in hundreds of years.

Not in the Reign of Telemachus Dion, not in the War for the Throne, not in the Dragons' War, not in the Conquest of Argonia, not even in the Blackfyre Rebellion had Hackdirt seen any conflict, and it showed.

Despite this isolation that they had experienced, the men and women were still awful polite. Not a single suspicious look was shot at the armed party, and some people even waved at the group.