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They camped outside the gates, because they had little choice. With the majority of fighting troops away from Webhold, along with Lord Webber himself, entry into the place was slow-going and restricted.
The companions found themselves camped between a contingent of farmers on one side, and a mummers troupe, carriages and covered wagons in tow, on the other.
The actors from the mummers troupe of course put on a show atop a makeshift stage.
Spiderheart said he could sneak inside the city walls, and try to locate this "Tuyana", aunt of Willem. Over the last four days of travel, he had discussed theory with Tusserk non-stop, and in the mornings, the two monks would practice incessantly.
The monk suddenly seemed more on edge than he had been during their travels, however, here outside Webhold, though for no discernible reason. Spiderheart took off without another word.
The Val inside val glanced over the fog-enshrouded collective of squatters and travelers. Opportunities for theft were pervasive. More importantly, he even spotted a stall with a sign..."Dorgus the Hedge-Wizard, Purveyor of the Arcane. Fortunes read, tokens and charms on sale, queer magic identified."
Echo was glum, as he watched the mummers perform a play about some love-struck dragon and a princess. The troupe had drawn quite an audience. He was about to retire back to camp, when he was approached by a young human woman, dressed in typical flourished mummers attire.
"Oh, you are an elf. May I see those gorgeous locks?" She asked and smiled.
Mystic wandered the stalls glumly and aimlessly, until the great warrior realized something. Two figures seemed to be following him from stall to stall, and not so subtly. Cloaks and hoods drawn about them it was impossible to tell who or what they were, but clearly, they had a bead on him.
Willem hung with Lucky, and the child's comfortable presence with the dire-wolf, seemed to calm all those around them, who would normally be freaking out over a wandering dire-wolf.
Glancing over stalls stacked with potential new equipment for their upcoming swamp trek, Sil walked by a stall where she spotted an elf behind the counter, a strange tint of yellow to his otherwise flawless skin.
"Hail and well met" he uttered as he saw her. "What brings you up from the Vast?"