[Good day, Luceti.
Today, there is a man striding boldly into the village wearing nothing but the (previously) white New Feather pants. They are more muddy than anything else now, especially in the back and on the knees. He is also carrying a tree branch as though it was a weapon of great power, and has his journal tucked under one arm. Some of you might even recognize him.
He doesn't appear to be going anywhere in particular. Just looking around, somewhat consternated.
Also, it is cold. And raining. This is not ideal.]
... This is not Fayel.
Today, there is a man striding boldly into the village wearing nothing but the (previously) white New Feather pants. They are more muddy than anything else now, especially in the back and on the knees. He is also carrying a tree branch as though it was a weapon of great power, and has his journal tucked under one arm. Some of you might even recognize him.
He doesn't appear to be going anywhere in particular. Just looking around, somewhat consternated.
Also, it is cold. And raining. This is not ideal.]
... This is not Fayel.
Not Fayel
getting a bit concerned
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You will allow me to return the favor. [And he'll be taking that sack of clank back now, thanks.]
Peace out Sig.]