(OOC: To set the scene, Generic town, generic world.)
(To Redwolf) It has been raining for the past fortnight and you ride up to the small walled town that you got directions to from the last place you were at.
The mud splatters up your horse's legs to coat your boots in a thick clinging mess.
You see a faint light coming through the gaps in the wood used to shut the gate...
(To Gassy)
The goblin chief is not pleased. You can tell by the frown he is wearing and the fact that the guards holding your arms are twisting them just beyond the point of pain.
(In Goblin)"Well??? What have to to say for yourself? How can you defend eating all the turnips the tribe had in the food burrow?"
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