Idle gossip and scurrilous rumour

[Doubtful]

Assorted rumours and tales spread amongst the travellers on Sundrens roads and amongst the sedate loungers of the great country's ale houses, amongst the tawdry and mundane gossip of who's doing what with who and why Sharon decided not to invite Tracy to the wedding after that happend with Gary behind the potting shed and how Dave was going to give him a right going over until Shazer shouted that 'e aint wurf it' a few vaguely more interesting (although admittedly less entertaining) rumours surface:

“I saw 'em up on the Valley Road, rabble they were. all armed with pitchforks, clubs and broken bottles. Kicking up a storm over some such, seemed to be led by some fella in a red hood with black armour. Not sure who the fella under the blanket was.”
...

“I've never heard anything like it. Disgusting what comes out of some people's mouths. I mean to say that this so called man could have put the hardiest sailor to shame with the tirade of filth he was spewing.

Amongst the swearing he seemed to be trying to make some point about not enjoying living a tent, well... If he doesn't like living in a tent surely the fellow should rent himself an apartment! That's the trouble with the poor, they have to have things pointed out to them.”
...

“I hear that one of the clerics of Oghma's decided to write himself a cook book, trying to cram as much cooking knowledge as he can find into one tome. Heard he was trying out recipes on unsuspecting folk recently. Colin tried some of his 'Viciously Shanked Lamb' all he did for an hour afterwards was stare into the middle distance with a faint smile on his face.”
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“I tell you it 'append, I was out tending the goats when the wind starts this howling, driving the rain against the goat shed with a terrible sound.. A bad time to be abroad even for a short while so rather than risk the storm I hunkered down in the shed to wait the worst of it off.

Well, once it's been storming for a while I takes a peek outside, see if I can see it clearing up.. and there she was.

This woman stood in the middle of the cornfield, she didn't look right I'll tells you that. Could see through her for one, and her hair flowing around her like she was underwater or some such, but I guess she couldn't 'ave been on account of the flames.

Well, quick as a blink she's gone from the field and is stood almost face to face with me.. Well, I'm pretty sure I'm a dead 'un.. but she just smiles and in this far away voice asks

'Do you want me?'

'Course I bloody do' I says to her 'I wants you to get the hells off my land'

Mind you, soon as I said 'I do' she's gone again, quick as a blink, and the storm dies down.. I didn't think much more of it till I heard what happened to ol' Sam Drover during that storm, gods rest his soul.. Terrible way to go.”

[Thief Of Navarre]

Peligiri walks along the road to Sundren cloaked and hooded, watching and listening till something catches his attention;

“I saw 'em up on the Valley Road, rabble they were. all armed with pitchforks, clubs and broken bottles. Kicking up a storm over some such, seemed to be led by some fella in a red hood with black armour. Not sure who the fella under the blanket was.”


the ranger quickly turns on his flank to address the traveller with a stern voice: "What more do you know of that group, and that man with the black armour?"

[Doubtful]

The ranger quickly turns on his flank to address the traveller with a stern voice: "What more do you know of that group, and that man with the black armour?"

"Whoa! Easy chap, no need to use that tone now is there?"

The origional speaker glances back at his travelling companion, rolling his eyes slightly before turning back to Peligiri.

"Didn't see much mate, just a few wanderers having a bit of a moan about their lot in life is all. Well, when I say a bit of a moan I mean that one chap was swearing for king 'n country. Enough to make most soldiers blush I'll tell you that much. Seems 'e wasn't that 'appy with a lot of things. Chap in the armour seemed 'appy enough to listen though, Ha! must've liked having the air around him turned blue I rekon"

"Didn't see much about his face, 'oods do that you know.. But he 'ad a bit of one of them chin beard things going on. Never like that look myself. As for whoever was under the blanket. Some poor diseased chap's my guess, shuffling along like that all weary like. Breaks yer 'eart to see folks brung so low dunit? Still, we all got our boulders to roll I suppose."

[Verrath]

In the distance, a tall, thin figure, cloaked and hooded heavily and huddled against the Sundren rain even while standing under the eaves of a nearby shack, watches silently, occasionally scribbling into a worn notebook with a piece of graphite