Isarnfur

Chapter 8

We reached Tweton, a small village dedicated to the hemp fields and sheep herds, using the miniscule finances from the trade that comes by to improve their lives. The streets were really just one with multiple dirt paths out of the vague border of the village. About were just a couple stakes pointing out towards a forest a couple yards away. Probably the only place where trouble brews for Tweton

This was not the usual for the villages around here, which typically had wooden palisades going around the village or interspersed in some way to make choke points. The Orcs and Treants must have not been able to get to this area for some reason.

Will looked about and didn't notice an inn. We both were extremely disappointed, afterall, what kind of village doesn't have an inn? We did notice that there was a fabric store and a smokehouse next to each other. We went to the fabric place first, wanting better clothes then the odd makeshift cloak and whole get-up Will had.

We looked in a small window on the door, Will quickly knocked after a quick glance. Then out came the reason why this village seemed so peaceful and unnoticed. A tall person, skin of sickly grey with a luminous glow that would have complimented a person of fairer skin. On further inspection, one could see that the glows seemed to come out around stretches of skin of scar like tissue. The ears pointed with a thick fold of exposed clear cartilage, lower jaw with tusks. A Orc-elf hybrid.

Will backpedaled a bit, the woman catching totally off guard. "What the fuck!" Will thought. "Keep on going in, she will get pissed if you run away." I told him. He gulped a bit and came on in. "what is she, Isarnfur?" Will asked, I mentally sighed. "She is an elf and orc hybrid, a sterile breed that keeps out of the public eye due to the constant ridicule from both hereditary sides. She is a lucky one. Most go absolutely insane with lack of a proper parenthood. Known to cause massacres that make skirmishes run for their money."

Will nodded his head in respect to the matron of the store, looking about the tables and the few stands of the place. Will picked up a long jacket, feeling it in his thumbs, he huh'd a bit to himself. "Been a while since I have touched real Tweed" he thought to me. Something that kind of shocked me.

"What did you wear during rain then?" I asked him. He kept on thumbing the jacket for a bit more, thinking. "We wore fabrics made out of processed tree saps and earth materials." he responded, throwing the jacket on his shoulder, going to the linen area for new pants and a shirt. The coat was another shade of green much like his shirt he was wearing, the new pants and shirt were a dark brown.

Will moved to the hybrid lady, ready to buy, I stopped him. "Shouldn't you try on the clothes?" I asked him, he almost face palmed and went to a little closed off alcove, quickly dressing into the new clothes. Him seemed satisfied enough with how the clothes fit, in the new clothes, he went out and dropped the small purse of coin we nicked off of the bandits. The lady held out her hand, taking the money. She then counted, taking the entire thing essentially. Something Will and I figured that was going to happen, she did, however, give back a silver coin, the highest one in the pile.

"Thanks for your purchase" the lady kindly said. Will nodded back, taking a breath and looking her in the eyes. "Where can I find an inn?" he asked. The hybrid looked back, taking a pause to realize that he was actually taking time to talk to her. "You will find shelter by the generosity of one of the village families, a couple have enough room for another person. We don't get many traders here" She said, pointing to her ears and tusks.

Will's face looked pained, "I understand that kind of hurt, what is your name if I can ask?" Will asked, not a drop of pity in his voice, just empathy through, apparently, shared experiences. He extended his hand to shake. "Jhoseh Oni Tweton" The lady stated with pride, grasping his forearm, crunching my bracer.

The lady's face shifted into a shocked face for a moment. Her fingers spread out, feeling out the copper plate that held my runes on the outside of the bracer. She sighed and looked at Will. "You almost scared me there" She said. Will blushed, having done a big misstep, "Sorry about that, it was a blunder, I have been wearing it for so long and haven't been near society in quite awhile." Will said, pulling up his sleeve, showing my jail, the bracer, off.

She looked at the brace with slight interest and warily looked back at Will. "I hope you aren't planning on causing trouble in this town," Jhoseh stated. Will shook his head vehemently. "No, if anything I will aid in deterring trouble if anyone asks me to help," He responded, the kind hybrid nodded. "Thank you and sorry for misjudging you" she said. Something which made Will bark in laughter, "No, no, no, if anything both of us were wrong about each other, me in the wrong the most" He responded. With the clothes now done, he and I left, for him to get food. A smile creeped up on the hybrid's lips.