*Ainslee*

My fucking sock is wet.

Again.

It’s a chilly night, yet we are all standing outside of the mayor’s office on the lawn. Earlier in the day, the town criers had spread the word that there would be a village meeting this evening at sundown. Everyone is expected to be there. No one has any idea what the meeting is about, at least, not any idea with merit. A lot of rumors are whirling about town. I’ve heard everything from a murderer is on the lose to that a volunteer army is being formed because Warfang is about to attack us, but I don’t think any of that is...