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Weissberg was not an old township. It was fairly young as far as towns in the Zaichaeri territory went. With only about three generations of settlers in place, they had managed to carve out a quiet life for themselves despite the weirdness that sometimes cropped up. People sometimes went missing. That wasn’t unheard of in settlements removed from the main city. The Northlands could be a dangerous place. Bandits sometimes preyed on travelers along the roads. Certainly the beasts that roamed the wilds could get to a person who wasn’t adequately prepared. The town garrison was competent enough. They kept the town safe enough during more concerning times. All-in-all, people paid little mind to the weirdness that sometimes happened.
Nevermind the fact that sometimes it felt like the birds were watching a bit too closely and a bit too quietly. It was of no concern that livestock sometimes had stillbirths. It was never often enough or in large enough numbers to be anything more than coincidence. Though, perhaps the bleeding red eyes were strange. Disease happened and the suspected animals were quarantined and burned. What did it matter that people told stories of strange happenings in their homes. Pictures that fell from the walls. Cabinets that opened on their own. It was all superstitious nonsense.
Besides, the Reconciliators never said anything.
Weissberg was not an old township…but to stare at the fog covered buildings was to think that the town had been steadily rotting away for decades. At least, those were the thoughts that passed through Private First Class Nikolai Tarrow’s head as he stared at the township ahead of him.
“They’re here.” He looked to one of his fellow soldiers. The few of them that were left. He swallowed. Pushing off of the stump he had been sitting on, Nikolai hailed those arriving with several waves of his hands. The gathered soldiers were a sorry lot. They looked tired. They looked spooked. They looked like they were barely holding on. They did not look like the kind of soldiers who were watching over a sleepy town whose biggest problems were foxes that snatched chickens in the middle of the night. They looked like weary veterans who had seen too much and said too little about it to release the pent up stress. Nikolai squeezed the shoulder of one of his fellow guards. He stepped forward to the first person who presented themselves to him.
“You’re from the city? They sent you to help?”
Weissberg was not an old township. It was fairly young as far as towns in the Zaichaeri territory went. With only about three generations of settlers in place, they had managed to carve out a quiet life for themselves despite the weirdness that sometimes cropped up. People sometimes went missing. That wasn’t unheard of in settlements removed from the main city. The Northlands could be a dangerous place. Bandits sometimes preyed on travelers along the roads. Certainly the beasts that roamed the wilds could get to a person who wasn’t adequately prepared. The town garrison was competent enough. They kept the town safe enough during more concerning times. All-in-all, people paid little mind to the weirdness that sometimes happened.
Nevermind the fact that sometimes it felt like the birds were watching a bit too closely and a bit too quietly. It was of no concern that livestock sometimes had stillbirths. It was never often enough or in large enough numbers to be anything more than coincidence. Though, perhaps the bleeding red eyes were strange. Disease happened and the suspected animals were quarantined and burned. What did it matter that people told stories of strange happenings in their homes. Pictures that fell from the walls. Cabinets that opened on their own. It was all superstitious nonsense.
Besides, the Reconciliators never said anything.
Weissberg was not an old township…but to stare at the fog covered buildings was to think that the town had been steadily rotting away for decades. At least, those were the thoughts that passed through Private First Class Nikolai Tarrow’s head as he stared at the township ahead of him.
“They’re here.” He looked to one of his fellow soldiers. The few of them that were left. He swallowed. Pushing off of the stump he had been sitting on, Nikolai hailed those arriving with several waves of his hands. The gathered soldiers were a sorry lot. They looked tired. They looked spooked. They looked like they were barely holding on. They did not look like the kind of soldiers who were watching over a sleepy town whose biggest problems were foxes that snatched chickens in the middle of the night. They looked like weary veterans who had seen too much and said too little about it to release the pent up stress. Nikolai squeezed the shoulder of one of his fellow guards. He stepped forward to the first person who presented themselves to him.
“You’re from the city? They sent you to help?”
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