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Vilma, still her friendly self, invited us to a dinner of fresh bread and wine, and we accepted, saying we would be back in a few hours. From her house, we walked southeast to a farm just south of the temple grounds, where we met a strapping young man who was chopping wood. He said his name was Chad and when asked where he recommended visitors stay in town he recommended the Golden Grain Inn. This was not a good sign! Everyone recommending the Golden Grain Inn so far in town has been aggressive, so we resisted his efforts to escort us right over there. When he ran off to get his brothers to assist with the escort, we quickly headed back in the direction of Vilma’s house, behind the neighbor’s hog farm where we were out of sight. But the farmer there came right out and yelled at us to get off his land! Not a nice man at all! We quickly left there as well and hid in the woods near Vilma’s house, where Chad and his brothers couldn’t see us.
We needed to get to the carpenter to pick up the staffs we requested this morning, and decided to head back around the lake to avoid these unfriendly and troublesome farmers. We made it around quickly and without notice from any troublemakers at the Gold Grain Inn, and the carpenter greeted us warily but was not unfriendly. Across the road, we saw a home with a yard overgrown with weeds. The doors and shutters swung freely open and inside it appeared to have been hastily abandoned, with food left sitting to mold on the table. The carpenter wouldn’t answer the door when we went back to ask about his neighbors, so we headed over to the Mayor’s house to update him and see if he had any news, which he did not.
We thought to ask the elves their plans for the evening, but they seemed to be sleeping so we moved on to a large building across from the shop we had previously visited. There we found a friendly young lad named Timmy. Before we could talk more with him, his mother came running out of the house, told us to get away as she snatched him up, and ran back inside. A man then came out of the home and was much more friendly, apologizing for her and saying they have become quite wary of strangers in town. He is concerned about the family that runs the store across the road and says a darkness seems to have come over the village, and that he doesn’t trust the two elves that have taken up residence nearby. He told us the family from the empty house we visited had simply abandoned their home one day. We shared that we had come to investigate the strange happenings and hopefully figure out what was going on in Orlane, and asked about others nearby. His responses matched our experiences with them all, and we engaged in friendly discussion for about an hour before heading back around the lake to Vilma’s house for dinner.
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