>>60639605"wao busy busy how do they work so much? just watching them I am sooo tired..." I'd rather have a fuller belly before hitting the hay, but this idyllic yet destitute place doesn't seem like where I'll find that. I turn back to find the sack she mentioned.
*pomf*
"ohh more comfy than it looks!" It's pretty good for a bag of straw, anyway. I lie down and notice some tooling hanging on the wall next to me. Rusty shovels, cracked hammers and some shoddy-looking pitchforks, probably the work of some ill-equipped local blacksmith. I'm used to better work.
The best maintained piece is a converted scythe, the curved blade rotated a quarter of a turn to turn the farming implement into a weapon of war. Perhaps the region isn't so idyllic as it seems.
I don't worry about all that though, and sleep quickly closes in on me...
