Re: A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood
In the Enclave, Shal'hassan sets aside her own work, joining her brother in the street. "I do not know," she admits, shading her eyes. The Tower is kat'ral; the Trolls decided it, and built it, and although some from other Races do climb it and sit watches at times... usually, it is a Troll. And it's easy to see, even from the distance to the ground, that it is one there now. He - or she, that's not easy to tell in the backlit silhouette - appears to be hanging the horn back on its hook.
"Two calls," Shal'hassan says, thoughtfully, turning it over in her head. "I don't know what that means."
But Thal'ur'ten, who works at the slaughterhouse, is passing in his own quick walk towards the Tower, and he pauses a moment to explain. "People," he says. "Strangers."
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And though it's noted first within the Enclave, the word is soon fluttering up and down the streets. Strangers.
Karick's Bend has been as isolated since Emerging as it had been within the buried Kaer. People have left, it's true - a steady trickling over time. Elves curious to see what became of the Wyrmwood. A few T'skrang have gone `Upriver', seeking their own kind. The Orcs, Humans, and Dwaves have far longer treks to their ancestral homes, but a few have set out over the years in hopes of making their way. Or even to see if the rather tyrannical Empire of Thera might have opened its gates and returned to Barsaive, possibly bringing with it safety...if not freedom.
...Only twice in the fifteen years has a Troll disappeared, and the rest of the Clan has never said that they `left' - they simply stop speaking of them altogether, as if they'd never been. Some of those beyond the Enclave mutter that they were murdered by the other Trolls for some sleight to the Clan's Honor - but, notably, never where another Troll might hear the muttering.
And no one has ever come in. Or even back.
As the word passes, activities halt. Tools are set down, food set aside, conversations forgotten.
...The word passes Peck, as he looks forlornly at the sack of chains - a sack which will be much harder to pick back up off the ground than it had been to carry, or even to pick up the first time, when it had already been on a table. "Forget the bag!" a passing Windling exhorts. "Strangers! Come see! Come see!" Without waiting, the Windling follows its own advice, flitting up and over the rooftops where - chains or no - Peck can't really follow. But it seemed to be heading basically East.
...The wind carries the word to Alia, first in a whisper, and then in a shout. The shout, it transpires, came to the wind from one of the Orc guards who had been leaning against the corner of a nearby house. "Strangers!" he calls, excitedly, briefly grabbing the hilt of his sheathed sword. "Maybe we'll see a real reason for the City Guard this day!" He pushes off from the wall and takes off at a run.
Valystinus, Alia's father is drawn out of the house by the sound, and catches up to her, resting a hand briefly on her shoulder. "Mother will finish up," he says, gently, walking alongside his daughter.
...Kerric passes the Word in his haste to escape the house, and most particularly, the, "Be caref--wh-- hey!" that follows him out the door, suggesting that his father is at least suspicious of the rather large lump beneath his cloak. As he rushes by, he overhears a pair of Elves; "It means Strangers Approach; and it must be true. The Trolls haven't the wit to lie!" one assures the other.
...Opluriko rides out past the Corral, and finds the other T'skrang already gathering within the fences, discussing the Word with excitement. Many of them appear to be armed. With a clicking sound, Moren calls her horse over to him, and with her, Opluriko. "Someone's coming," he says. "From downriver." He looks at her thoughtfully, and then at the horse, and grins suddenly. "If you want to stay, you may stay; if you want to ride out and see, or to see from the throng of the city, you may go."
...Yona...enters a town that appears deserted. There are signs of one or two people, maybe, still in their houses, but most lie empty. She can hear definite sounds of a crowd drifting out from the east. But nobody appears to have waited for her.