The Wanderer And The Furron Cliffs

The Wanderer stood at the edge of the Furron Cliffs, taking in the lush green expanse of the Voren plains broken only by the herder village of Stinsa and the Collys just a few miles to its north. From his vantage point, he could make out small herds of bremen scattered here and there grazing for whatever scraps of food they could make use of. Amongst them, farmers tested the soil for any indication that their crops would grow for the new season or if they would have make another donation to the ration house to help them throughthe winter. The Wanderer started down the path to his right, making sure to keep close to the cliff face to stop himself from falling off the narrow edge. The path marked the cliff face at a steep angle, and changed
The inn was big for such a small village, almost the size of the kind one would find in a bustling township. The room was almost a monotonous setting, everywhere the Wanderer looked he could see that the walls, ceiling, floor , tables, chairs and even the counter were all made from the light brown wood of the surrounding vidna trees. A strong wood that could last the seasons and harsh weather for centuries if left unkept. Only the patrons broke the bland sight. A few other folk, of a variety of ages, sat in a near quiet community next to the hearth, offering their opinions to each other rather than to the loud four men at the counter. Young waitresses, in their dark green aprons, bustled back and forth between the customers and the kitchen, serving food and drink at regular intervals. A regular sight in such a community. The only odd figure in the scene aside from the Wanderer himself was the person at the corner table sat alone with nothing in front of
"And it's because of that damn so called 'King' that we can't go out and search for the bastards" Again, before the Wanderer could ask why, he was interrupted by Hor. "The gods know if we were let to use our magic we wouldn't have this problem, nor every other bloody problem at that." "The 'King' has put a censorship on the use of magic at the counselling of his advisors." Explained Ven with a deep frown on his face. The Wanderer could see that even the Innkeeper didn't like thought that he may not be allowed to defend himself even against his own drunk patrons. "No magic without express permission from the King's council. And even then there's a fee. Even for menial magics like the pixie light you'll get a fine. Use of magic, categorised for combat or war outside the 'law' will be regarded as treason and you'll be executed where you stand." Said Saga with slight more venom in his voice. "If they catch you that is." Offered