Know you the origin of those stories? They do not come from naught. There is a truth, though it may have long since been twisted beyond recognition. As those stories of witches doubtlessly have.
[It could have been highwaymen kidnapping the hapless and vulnerable, or it could have very well been entirely innocent people who lived outside of the acceptable norm of the ruling kingdom. Thus they would be painted as fiends and miscreants, warning away the commonfolk from their heretical ways.
That thought sticks in his mind for a moment longer than the rest, but he dismisses it eventually.
As they make their way outside, the heat is...well, pretty oppressive. Barnabas doesn't seem bothered, or rather, he does not react to it. Instead, he takes stock of what is around, of the buildings, of the layout of the townβor at least what they can see from here.
Ignoring the buildings that look to be in disrepair, he heads towards one of the others in better conditionβthough this one has a sorry looking sign, but it looks to be a tavern of some sort at least.
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[It could have been highwaymen kidnapping the hapless and vulnerable, or it could have very well been entirely innocent people who lived outside of the acceptable norm of the ruling kingdom. Thus they would be painted as fiends and miscreants, warning away the commonfolk from their heretical ways.
That thought sticks in his mind for a moment longer than the rest, but he dismisses it eventually.
As they make their way outside, the heat is...well, pretty oppressive. Barnabas doesn't seem bothered, or rather, he does not react to it. Instead, he takes stock of what is around, of the buildings, of the layout of the townβor at least what they can see from here.
Ignoring the buildings that look to be in disrepair, he heads towards one of the others in better conditionβthough this one has a sorry looking sign, but it looks to be a tavern of some sort at least.
No sign of a blacksmith yet, however.]