Drake Taubron:
"Mayhap we will meet them before this day is through. Hopefully without another corpse to mourn and bury..."
OOC - What sort of projects are they discussing? Home improvements? Irrigation or farming works? Mining ventures?
Drake looks around the Moot Hall smiling. He turns back to the Elder with a friendly grin.
"You are a generous man Old One. And your people seem a peaceable and cheery bunch with nary a care in the world. It seems Mimir's blessings on you have been abundant and that you lack nothing. And over your lives and property he has kept watched, keeping you safe."
"Do not troublemakers sometimes chance upon your village threatening lives and property? How do you deal with such as these when they appear?"
Carefully, without drawing attention to himself, Drake looks closely at the object of wood in the rafters.
OOC - Any features, shape, handles, holes, depressions, lids, cracks, paints, smears, marks, scratches he can discern?
Drakes observations bear some fruit.
The villagers appear to be discussing their crafts, a smith speaks with a weaver, a woodcarver speaks with a basket weaver. He notes their wares around the hall and is impressed with the quality of the work...it is of far greater skill and higher quality than he has seen before.
Indeed some of the conversations he has trouble following as they get into the minutiae of their respective endeavours.
The old man frowned,
" We do have troubles, yes...and it saddens us when they occur both for the difficulties brought upon ourselves and those the troublemakers bring upon themselves."
" I have spoken of the Good Folk and the watch they take over us.......they also punish those who bring harm to the village. A theft will be nothing more than perhaps a disturbed wasp nest on the journey home...or a tumble into the brambles when there was no stone to stumble a man.", he chuckled lightly.
" But violence visited upon us....they repay in double measure. Visitors, young Reaver men, have taken women by force in the past...the men vanished and parts of their tortured bodies were left along the roadway for their companions to find...it does not happen often but the memories of mortals are short."
The object in the rafters draws Drakes attention and the old man seems to notice,
" It is a harp....when we open the shutters in the roof the wind blows through and plucks the strings within the sounding box."
Tehtima appears to be taking no notice of the people in the room, rather he seems to be intently studying the spaces between them and the dimensions of the hall itself...if he notices Drakes attention he gives no sign.