From the wilderness a purse full of grain came

[Rehbande]

It was late in the autumn. The first signs of winter were clearly visible in the hills of Nagrand. It wouldn't be long before the first snows came, and with them the cold. Recently there had been a bad storm, one with a ferocity that hadn't been seen in these hills for a very long time.

The solitary figure was standing next to what mostly resembled a pile of broken wood, strewn with all kinds of things what could be found in a regular home in this part of the world. With sadness in hisface, the solitary figure turned his back to the pile of broken wood that used to be his home and walked to a nearby field, a filed that had been harvested.

Walking back to the pile of rubble, the solitary figure picked up the backpack that was on the ground next to a flat rectangular stone, one that had seen some wear in the middle part. He opened the backpack, pulling out a small pouch. Holding it gingerly in his hand, he untied it and put his hand in the pouch. Removing the hand from the pouch, he opened his fist and carefully studied a handfull of grain. With a deep sigh he returned the grain to the pouch.

Removing the string that was used to tie the pouch, he took out a thick piece of string from his tunic and used it to retie the pouch. Putting the pouch back in the backpack, he looked at an oblong object that was covered with cloth next to the backpack with a distant gaze. Picking the backpack and cloth-covered object up, he turned his heel and walked away from the pile of rubble.

As he walked away, he whistled a high-pitched tone. Shortly after, a black cat was seen coming from the nearest shrubbery. The cat approached the solitary figure and without a word or sound they walked away, never looking back.

[Claws]

AND?

((Keep it coming Reh ya nearly home))

[Oznack]

((
Now "oblong object" is that thing you guys use to smoke pot with, right? Or has it something to do with adult movies?
About time you made it back here!
))

[Kozgugore]

(( About time Oz gets to talk with a similarly crazy orc again! I don't think anyone could put up with his talks about goblin balls! Good to see you (and Varg?) back, Reh! Looking forward to it! ))

[Rehbande]

((What's this? I'm writing a short story and you start talking about pot and goblin balls? What do you mean, flowerpot? Want me to bring you one from Amsterdam? They have nice flowers here and nice looking cafés just next to the hotel. They call them coffeeshops, and I do enjoy a nice cup of coffee so I really have to visit one when I have time.))

[Claws]

((Are they the Coffee shops with the free samples of that nice sweet Tabaco struff on the counters Can't remember the name of it some thing like - got / rot /sot bah just can't thing of it)).