room15/EastHills

15.1.2023 : ROOM 15 : The Eastern Hills

Traveling East you find a rainwater pool of fresh water, drink from it, fill your waterskin. As the sun comes down you stumble upon a body. There are terrible bloody wounds all over it. Some of its limbs are missing. The mangled body is wearing backpack which is intact and contains woven dry-grass pouches of some sort of herbal pastry bread. The food is filling and sufficient to last you for at least a week. There is also a hessian rope and some basic cooking utensils including a pestle&mortar. 

Two days later you see the tops of hills in the far distance. By midday you discover an overgrown flagstone road running North-South. You follow the road North on the assumption it will eventually connect with a road toward the East, a hunch which pays off the next day. The road into the hills leads to a village in the foothills. It is the same style of buildings as the ruined villages on the plains. 

You are greeted by several members of its community and welcomed along to the community hall where everybody can have a good look at you. The population is small. "Large enough to defend ourselves, small enough to not need much." You are surprised there are a few children here. One old woman sits on a chair behind a table at the back of the room. She is the Elder here. The others are young adults, an qual amount of men and women. 

"Are ye passing through or staying?" You are asked. 

You explain everything to them quite openly. About Clay, about your coming from another world, wandering the plains. 

"A Switcher, eh." 

Something about the energy in the room changes. They seem less friendly toward you. Perhaps it is simple superstition. 

"We dealt with them before now, so we have." 

Nothing seems to happen, it is as if they are waiting for you to take the lead. 

"Am I okay to be here?" You hesitantly ask. 

"Oh yes, Gareg will show you to the traveller hut you can use during your time here." 

The hut is small, basic, but more comfort than you have had since arriving in this world. 

You fall asleep easily, grateful for semblance of civilisation. 

You do not wake even when you are murdered for being different in the night. 

Your adventure ends here. 

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