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theonecalledwanderSomehow, minor setbacks such as these always feel worse than outright defeats. To be trounced on the field of combat or be sent running from a room by a rampaging monster… well, there is a certain kind of dignity in that. To find one’s undoing in a bucket of water or be rebuffed by children at play… it hardly bears thinking about.
And so I do not dwell on it a second longer than is necessary to tell you how I am not dwelling on it, my most trusted confidante. Instead, I set out in search of an inn or public house, not in search of a room or refreshment but information. Three general areas of inquiry have formed in my head.
The first concerns the cause for the new cover on the well. The obvious conclusion is that someone or something fell through the old one, but there is always the chance that it simply needed replacing.
The second concerns what measures the Town’s Electors have taken since the trouble started. Even if they are outwardly denying there is any problem, I would be very much surprised if they haven’t at least sent for a priest or the local equivalent. The effectiveness of such measures can vary greatly, but I may be able to rule out some possibilities if I know that whatever is wrong with the well has resisted divine treatment.
The third is about what’s come over the children. Have they always been doleful and skittish? Did the change in the children follow the change in the well, or did it precede it?
Chances are that an outsider asking these questions would be met with suspicion and hostility, but if I can find the right environment and strike the right chord, the locals should be tripping over themselves to tell me.
And so I do not dwell on it a second longer than is necessary to tell you how I am not dwelling on it, my most trusted confidante. Instead, I set out in search of an inn or public house, not in search of a room or refreshment but information. Three general areas of inquiry have formed in my head.
The first concerns the cause for the new cover on the well. The obvious conclusion is that someone or something fell through the old one, but there is always the chance that it simply needed replacing.
The second concerns what measures the Town’s Electors have taken since the trouble started. Even if they are outwardly denying there is any problem, I would be very much surprised if they haven’t at least sent for a priest or the local equivalent. The effectiveness of such measures can vary greatly, but I may be able to rule out some possibilities if I know that whatever is wrong with the well has resisted divine treatment.
The third is about what’s come over the children. Have they always been doleful and skittish? Did the change in the children follow the change in the well, or did it precede it?
Chances are that an outsider asking these questions would be met with suspicion and hostility, but if I can find the right environment and strike the right chord, the locals should be tripping over themselves to tell me.