"That sounds as easy as it gets, so I might as Well try it out."
(Should we wait to see if Candle wants to do something? I mean he did give us a glowy scroll...)
(Let's wait for a while and if he doesn't reply continue?)
(oof sorry)
(been busy)
The town's gates were firmly shut, bordered up with what seems like several different types of doors, made of a variety of material. From common wood to iron, and they all seemed extremely new, freshly installed and still flawless. The guards too looked like they've just exited army training, fiddling around with their weapons clumsily as they tried to scan for anyone in the vicinity. They were obviously inexperienced due to the fact that they couldn't spot an beam of red light followed by something landing just outside the territory.
That aside, the scroll seemed to have stopped emitting red light and contained it within themselves, dying the papyrus in dark red as it started to lightly vibrate, seemingly disagreeing with the notion that they'd have to go in the city. Or rather, the well.
"Halt! Trespassers or Merchants?" An adolescent voice emitted from one of the guards standing on the ground with their spear raised against the three strangers, emmiting what seemed like hostile intent, albeit displayed flimsily. The 'guards' seem to have finally noticed something unusual.
"Yes, we are a group of travelers from the Yellow Marshes who are seeking to remedy our lack of supplies." Kasia called out.
The guard, seemingly startled that the spear was flicked away so easily, readjusted their composure while the other one turned a blind eye to what was occuring. The guard then coughed as he muttered something about a perfect sacrifice, although it was only brief, before letting the three 'travellers' through the multiple gates. The whole process of opening the gates took one hell of a long time, as some guards had no clue on how to operate manually, but they eventually got there.
Behind the final gate layed houses and roads sprawled across into the horizon, patches of farmlands uniformly distributed throughout the area as pedestrians travelled about like ants, waving warm greetings towards the newcomers. The shouting of advertisements and other vendor products lined the streets to seemingly no end. Suspiciously lively for an 'cursed village'.
The scroll was now completely silent.
Welcome, to the (Cursed) Northern Village.