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Crossroad Mire was particularly quiet this spring. Usually, by now, a few weary travellers, or careless inhabitants, would have been devoured whole by the vicious bayou 'gators as they begin to emerge from their eggs. The first death at the hand of these savage animals unofficially marked the start of spring for the residents here, but things were quiet this year. These fearsome beasts played an all too important part of the eco-system. If, by eco-system, you meant the diet of the Mirefolk. Hagglesnip's 'gator gumbo was a delicacy that the folk here waited months for. Something was amiss in the swamp, folks had gotten restless and begun to hurl drunkards into the murky waters, yet the results were the same. The 'gators weren't biting, in fact, nobody had seen a single sign of them.
Sarek sighed quietly to himself as he finished tying up his bandages. He was careful not to expose any part of his body, he did not want to subject the folk of the Mire to his appearance - that was if they weren't already familiar. Once done, he donned his heavy robes and stepped out of his ramshackle hut, propped up by a gnarled and sick looking tree, and trudged off into town. He passed a few of his neighbours on the way into the hub of the settlement, the same questions and responses were exchanged, each day had been the same and the monotony was really irking him. "Any maulings today?" He asked, hopefully. The fellow shook his head and, with nothing else to discuss, they parted ways.
If Sarek was honest with himself he didn't particularly care for Hagglesnip's gumbo, but the 'gators were a useful source of food nonetheless. Additionally, he was used to stealing the innards and guts from the beasts to help sustain and nourish his fungi farm and without the dead flesh, it would all be for nought. It was up to him to do something, if not for the town, but for his own poor fungi.
And so, as he trudged into the Crossroads, Sarek began to consider the best approach towards tackling the issue at hand. How, indeed, does one inspire a bunch of rogues, misfits and rejects into acting in the best interests of the community? Well, the answer came to him quickly and he soon realised the most obvious solution. Bribery.
Grabbing an empty wooden box lying abandoned on a walkway, Sarek dragged it into the centre of the main thoroughfare of the community and stood upon it. "Right, I don't know about all of you, but I am fed up with the lack of 'gators in this town. So, I am looking for a team to join me in getting to the heart of this mystery and tackling it once and for all." He paused, nobody had even bothered to turn around as he spoke. Interesting, because he knew many of them had come to fear him. Oh well.
"Might I add, that whoever does decide to join me will be rewarded with a case of my fungi moonshine?" That had gotten their attention. In reality, it was a none too pleasant drink, but in a remote settlement like this, with no arable land to grow the hops needed for alcohol, they had come up with this as an alternative to being dry.
Sarek sighed quietly to himself as he finished tying up his bandages. He was careful not to expose any part of his body, he did not want to subject the folk of the Mire to his appearance - that was if they weren't already familiar. Once done, he donned his heavy robes and stepped out of his ramshackle hut, propped up by a gnarled and sick looking tree, and trudged off into town. He passed a few of his neighbours on the way into the hub of the settlement, the same questions and responses were exchanged, each day had been the same and the monotony was really irking him. "Any maulings today?" He asked, hopefully. The fellow shook his head and, with nothing else to discuss, they parted ways.
If Sarek was honest with himself he didn't particularly care for Hagglesnip's gumbo, but the 'gators were a useful source of food nonetheless. Additionally, he was used to stealing the innards and guts from the beasts to help sustain and nourish his fungi farm and without the dead flesh, it would all be for nought. It was up to him to do something, if not for the town, but for his own poor fungi.
And so, as he trudged into the Crossroads, Sarek began to consider the best approach towards tackling the issue at hand. How, indeed, does one inspire a bunch of rogues, misfits and rejects into acting in the best interests of the community? Well, the answer came to him quickly and he soon realised the most obvious solution. Bribery.
Grabbing an empty wooden box lying abandoned on a walkway, Sarek dragged it into the centre of the main thoroughfare of the community and stood upon it. "Right, I don't know about all of you, but I am fed up with the lack of 'gators in this town. So, I am looking for a team to join me in getting to the heart of this mystery and tackling it once and for all." He paused, nobody had even bothered to turn around as he spoke. Interesting, because he knew many of them had come to fear him. Oh well.
"Might I add, that whoever does decide to join me will be rewarded with a case of my fungi moonshine?" That had gotten their attention. In reality, it was a none too pleasant drink, but in a remote settlement like this, with no arable land to grow the hops needed for alcohol, they had come up with this as an alternative to being dry.
