Re: Part 8 - Out of the pit
The journey back to the village is uneventful. The weather coninues to brighten, as the cloud breaks and allows larger and larger expanses of cerulean to show through. Shafts of sunlight pierce the expanding openings in the cloud cover, and dance across the countryside, which itself seems more cheerful since the fall of Eralion.
The air is filled with birdsong and the droning of bees.
The group, with the exception of Fergus, who must drive, take turns riding on the cart, and there is a certain amount of celebration, at one point, when Aarnr succeeds in felling a rabbit with an arrow from his new bow.
And so they are in good spirits, for the most part, as they enter Fairhill shortly before noon. Fergus is, naturally, not as happy about this return to his home as others are.
It doesn't take long for them to be spotted by the villagers, and soon a crowd starts to gather, peering at the group curiously. A few moments later it becomes clear that not everybody had stopped to gawk, as Shandril the elven priestess of Freya, Baran the one-handed captain of the guard, and Arlen the magistrate step forward.
Shandril raises a hand to quiet the crowd, and calls out, "It is good that you have returned to us, bold heroes. Tell us, was your quest successful? Have you recovered the Crucible of Freya, and thereby assured the prosperity of Fairhill?"