awsome
Traveler
To any random visitors to the town of Skara Brae, today was a day like any other. Things appeared to be business as usual. Upon closer inspection, however, something was definitely different. Change was in the air.
The men walked a little straighter, while the women allowed their children to wander just a little farther. It was as if a great burden had been lifted off of the shoulders of the citizens.
One man in particular, a tall well-muscled woodsman, from the look of him, looked upon the scene with satisfaction. Leaning on his spear and dressed all in green, Mat took the situation in. These people had hope, and that was exactly what he had intended to give them. Hope.
As the town crier's voice rang out, Mat slipped away from the bank and walked towards the docks. He had much to do.
"Hear ye, hear ye! Last night, Wednesday, July 13 in the 2011th year, the Rangers of Skara Brae established their guild charter."
The men walked a little straighter, while the women allowed their children to wander just a little farther. It was as if a great burden had been lifted off of the shoulders of the citizens.
One man in particular, a tall well-muscled woodsman, from the look of him, looked upon the scene with satisfaction. Leaning on his spear and dressed all in green, Mat took the situation in. These people had hope, and that was exactly what he had intended to give them. Hope.
As the town crier's voice rang out, Mat slipped away from the bank and walked towards the docks. He had much to do.
"Hear ye, hear ye! Last night, Wednesday, July 13 in the 2011th year, the Rangers of Skara Brae established their guild charter."