[piosenniel]

Arestevana's post

Kirima stood slightly apart from the throng of Breefolk and Outlanders at the gates of the town. She watched the bustle of activity around the wagons with a slight feeling of shock. Everything seemed to have moved so quickly since the meeting in the clearing. The acceptances of terms, the wild rush of preparations, and now the day of their departure had arrived. She found herself laughing, caught up in the infectious excitement of the children around her. They were going to a new place; a place of their own, to make a homeland of it. It would be a place to start over, to raise families and remember those who were gone, without the need for war or for fear.

Kirima recalled Andreth’s offer of a job and a place to stay at the Inn. For a moment it had tempted her, no more. She had been through too much with the other refugees to break away from them. The hardships had brought them all so close together; friends became as close as kin. There had been so many goodbyes to say, more than she had expected: Andreth, Lilac, Rudgar, the children from the town whom she had met when they came to the Inn to visit the sick outland children, and the Breefolk who had helped them. Kirima found herself being wished good fortune by townsfolk she had never met. It seemed almost unbelievable that she had once thought of these kindly, peace-loving folk as enemies.

The noise of people talking was accented by the creaks of the wagons as children jumped in and out of them. Kirima laughed, thinking that they would have to search the wagons before they left in case any of the children of the town had decided to sneak aboard. Lotar and Kandel were talking some distance away, and she walked over to join them. Lotar was smiling, and it was good to see the change in him. A change had been worked in all of them, Kirima thought. Though they would always remember those who had been killed in the raids, there was a lessening of the emptiness now. They could look toward the future, and they could see hope there.

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Eruantalon's post

Smiling, Rudgar met Kirima in the streets. She bid him goodbye and he told her she was like a sister to him now. He would find a happy home here in Bree. Carts bustling in and out of the town made their way up. Everything had finally come to a close. He saw Lotar from a far and let Kirima join them. He had never reconciled with Lotar and didn’t see this as the time.” Another day” he thought to himself. People here where kinder than he had first thought. People where smiling and kind. He wanted to try and live here instead of just leave. Making his way about the hurried town he found something odd. Everyone was rushing in like a new house that was being moved into.

A cook was in his shop hurrying to try and feed people. He smelled the food and went in.

“Sir if you plan on cooking that roast right turn up the oven. But sear the roast in a pan first! You’ll want to seal in the juice so it doesn’t go dry!” Now, moving forward with his usually cocky stride. “See these herbs they should spear the meat. That way air gets in and cooks the roast faster.”

“If you know so much about food why don’t you come in here and cook! Foolish boy I have enough hungry customers and need help!”

Walking in and setting an apron on (which was old and shaggy), he then starting doing as the man said. “ I’m Rudgar sir.” He said in a quick huff. “Well I’m Baldrake.” The man replied. “Would you like a job as a cook Rudgar? It seems second nature to you. You could help me here. We’ll be needing it with all the new people here.”

“Yes sir that would suit me fine!”

Rudgar spent the evening feeding hungryy customers and grinning all the time. Thinking to himself, “I dreamed of piles of gold! Now I have piles of pans and couldn’t be happier!”