Re: Part 4 - Fairhill
A woman comes out of the house, tall and slim with black hair. She is clad all in white, with a fur cape, and a longsword hangs at her hip. Behind her walks an older man, whose dark hair and beard are marked by streaks of grey. His clothes make him look like a wealthy merchant. A third figure joins them, a red haired man wearing studded leather and a green cloak. He has a large sword on his back, the hilt jutting out of the cloak above his left shoulder.
Even at this distance it is clear that he is missing his right arm below the elbow.
Ozzy tugs at a man's sleeve and asks him what's happening. The only answer he receives is a glare, and a muttered, "Hush! She's about to speak."
The woman steps up onto the side of a horse trough, balancing easily, without assistance from her two companions. The crowd falls silent immediately.
For a moment she says nothing, simply looking out over the assembled faces, and then she speaks, her voice sounding out, clear as a bell, "People of Fairhill, hear my words! Yes, this is a grim day, but I'm sure I do not need to remind a village of farmers that the darkest night always gives way to bright dawn! There will be a new day, and today's darkness will be but a memory."
"Arlen, Baran, and myself have been discussing this crisis. We have reached no conclusion yet, other than a firm commitment to remedy the situation! Baran has assured me that he will spare no effort discovering the whereabouts of the Crucible, and recovering it!"
Behind her, the red haired man raises his left hand, and draws his sword, holding it aloft.
"Arlen will make certain that the thieves pay for their crime!" And the older, finely dressed man nods and cries out, "Aye, that I will!"
"For my part, I can promise you that Freya watches over all of us, and She will defend us, and nurture us, and She will not permit Fairhill to suffer!"
The crowd breaks into an excited murmur, which drops again as the woman's voice rings out once more, "She has told me this!"
And the crowd cheers...