Passing Through|Raynham, Reave

[Kender Bard]

Fern has the cart roll along the edge of Reave. She selected a high vantage point that would afford them a considerable view of the tent-town as a whole. "What do you think, Sierra?"

[aivea]

"Everything looks like it's under control. Does it seem different to you?" replies Sierra after spending a few moments taking in the view.

[Kender Bard]

Fern considers the situation and then shakes her head. "I don't see our influence yet, except for the bonfire. But it's probably going to take time. I can see that they're going to need better houses, and some sort of wall to keep hungry animals out when winter comes. It'll take time before we make a visual dent."

[aivea]

"I trust those of us who are already there, maybe a bit too much. The odds are pretty high that everyone's just arrived so maybe what they've done we can't see from here. They could be forming the Clears into groups to learn things or starting with earning their trust. I don't think that studying or persuading can be seen from a distance. Anyway, if the better part of two clans won't be enough then what can the two of us do?" Sierra then looks a bit puzzled before adding barely above a whisper, "I've been more serious then before lately..."

He doesn't want to go to Reave, mostly because of a none too vague fear of being enslaved. Rather than admit that he's afraid that a Clear might make Sierra their slave, he tries to convince Fern to let them keep going. While awaiting a reply, he silently scolds himself for his fear.

[Kender Bard]

Fern frowns, feeling a shiver creep down her spine. "Well, we should get going then. You're right. We can provide what help we can after we form our clan, right?" Not really waiting for an answer, she flicks the reigns and steers the horse towards Ilyamen's direction.

[aivea]

Sierra nods and does his best to hide how grateful he is that Fern hadn't wanted to go any closer. Leaning back slightly, he closes his eyes and lets his mind wander over the plans for the future.