The once small but wealthy village was often left undefended, but now there is a watchman tower near the gate even if the guard lays in it snoozing it’s a huge improvement. The Talvers boy wasn’t such a sour mannered child!” The old drunk says furling his brow and taking another swig of the ale filled water skin as the others protest him taking an extra swig. Xxx Well I work for Grace the Herbalist back in Knotsvill. As the stranger passed by these men an old man wearing decent clothing with bushy white eyebrows and a neat short beard finished his swig of the water skin and exhaled once he saw the stranger pass in front of him. First the heart then the testicles along with the liver and finally the brain which was much easier to take as the human axe made a nice even split on the boars skull.
