Snippet #1862017

The farmhand stopped scratching his head, a bewildered look on his face as the stranger approached.

"You mean ol' Randen's shop? The bookshop's kinda hard to miss, since he's always got that damned bird in his window... Hey, you're not from 'round here are you?"

Bewilderment gave way to apprehension as he eyed up the man, brown eyes coming to rest on the tip of the bow and shifting to those cold gray hues.

With one hand on his hoe stuck into the dirt, he thumbed in the direction from Leofric had come. "The place your lookin' for's about a mile back thataway." With a roll of his shoulders, glistening with sweat and water from the light rain, he gripped the hoe in both hands, looking up once before resuming his work, and added thoughtfully, "Just don't think about it too much, or you'll end up hopelessly lost."

What a strange response...