Olsun Gyffard

greet
 Lannon

> Elias, is that you? No, much too scrawny... remind me of a scarecrow.
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Arbo

> Did you say something? I can't hear you over all the racket the dog is making.
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Merewen

> You'd make a fine wife for my son Eli... umm.. err... whatever his name is.
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Rycard

> Elias? Is that you? I sure do miss your venison stew.
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Airendal

> Who is holding that blue lantern? It reminds me of the lights in my childhood, before they were hunted down... yes, blue is my favorite color.
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Gallitzin

> Elisas? You seem larger than I remember. Do not forget to collect the firewood from Hardwin or he will charge me for it anyways.
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Shione

> Do I play a what? An implement? Why yes, I suppose I am quite handy with a hammer and nail.
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Bhulown

> You look like a fun lad. A bit ugly, but fun nonetheless. It is in the eyes you see. I can see it.
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Dimas

> Elias, you have put on weight. I keep telling you not to east so much cheese, but I suppose Adela is too good of a saleswoman.
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Laszra

> Another young whippersnapper? There haven't been any whippers to snap in this town for a long time!
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job

> I am a farmer at heart, but with all the folk that have disappeared, someone needs to run the inn. For who you might ask? Well, there have also been new folk appearing; like you!
> Often times the inn is full to capacity with wanderers. We have to send them to the town hall.
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fog

> Folk wander into it, and mark my words, folk wander out of it.
> I don't care what the Mayor says. This can't be the only village in the world. I reckon there are at least two!
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book

> I haven't seen a book since the librarian wandered into the fog. Never did see her again; not that I saw her all that well to begin with.
> She probably fell into one of those dangerous caves.
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Emerisk

> I was a boy when this town got its name. But I can't remember the story any longer... I can hardly remember simple things, like where I put my slippers, or my old family sword.
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Agmarians

> Eh? Agrarians? Why yes, we are.
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Renault

> My father once served under a general Renault. Back before they got all pompous.
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caves

> The nearby hills are riddled with caves. There are many ancient secrets still hidden within them, or so it is rumored.
> This whole village is built on ancient ruins you know. I used to play in them as a child. Sadly, I can remember very little of those times... or these times for that matter. Haha!
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graveyard

> Beware! Strange shapes roam at night within its gates. This hasn't happened since the last... this hasn't happened... This has never happened. Nothing is happening.
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> Have fun in the graveyard!
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Goblins

> Ahhh. That is an uncommon word these days, but I remember. In my father's time they were more common, and I myself was lucky enough to see one as a child. But that is the last time I ever did.
> I would not call myself lucky if I saw one now. Most folk will deny they exist. They remain well hidden, until villages are weak and easy prey. But I know a place where they hide...
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blue light

> They are attracted to light... fireflies, lanterns and the like. I haven't seen them since I was a child. Some folk even spoke to them. I was too afraid. Oh, and they... they would... the campfires would burn so brightly. So very beautiful. I do love campfires... don't you?
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Scaphin

> As a child I used to sneak into the caves to play with their children. Oh, what trouble we got into, and what distress we caused our parents in doing so. Haha.. hah... ha... what are we talking about?
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Kalindraur

> No she can't draw! Not like I can. Well, like I used to.
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Codex

> No my legs aren't cold. Why would you ask that and not offer a blanket? Strange fellows.
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dark lord

> Door closed? I certainly hope so. It can get very drafty around here.
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wanderers

> Folk go into the fog and never return. Others come out and we never seen them before. They rarely speak or look you in the eyes. Or so I am told. My vision is as bad as my memory!
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