The Song of the North
The Town News
5th day of the 3rd nonth.
Adventurers arrive in town! What are we going to do with all of them? I hope Elsa has something prepared for supper!
Selthan came by this afternoon. She wanted to take a look at my ledger to get an idea of who’s in town. Wonder why?
Some of the other adventurers set off up river to give those Mudclaws a talking to. What I hope they give them is a boot in their arse! I’ve got dresses to send down stream!
15th day of the 3rd nonth.
Greth and his friends returned, telling tall tales about Marred in the mountains. With poor T’ch sick like this, we can’t have him running around upsetting everyone with tall tales. He and Olympia left as soon as they came.
Tok seems to have gotten himself in a bit of trouble. Chiam‘s making wild accusations. No doubt both of them were trying to steal from Thoren. This’ll give Jeka something else to screech about come the woman’s circle.
Honey of Mardon’s been looking for someone to make her a fine net for her apiary. Are all marred really named after their jobs?
Selthan Came by.
Sal Fishman is looking for an “instructor.” Fool boy’s going to get himself killed playing with swords.
Still no word from the boys who went to go deal with the Mudclaws. Hope they just got lost.
Mrs. McCracken’s chickens got loose again.
There’s been talk about trying to form a proper town council.
18th day of the third nonth
More trouble with those mudclaws! Ralf’s talking about evacuating the town.
19th day of the third nonth
Some of the down-river’s sorted out this blockade nonsense. It’ll be nice to have things back to normal.
A tailor called Memmnot came with him as well. Wonder what that means for ’s stitching business?
Some Fair were also with Liam. Can’t imagine what they’d want.
20th day of the third nonth
Lord Brandywine of Bram sent a courier to announce his official holding to the south of the lake, whatever that means. I’ve never met a nobleman before, I wonder if I should have Memmnot stitch me something gussy.
Cian duVan has been stirring up trouble again. Just when we thought the Diggers had finally settled their score.
Sal Fishman got “elected” to be the warden of the nearby farmsteads, but he’s got it into his head to “expand the town’s claim.” Ralf says he’s got a point, but somebody ought to talk some sense into that fool.