<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">UNKNOWN HAMLET; UNKNOWN LANDS</span></span></strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">DIARY (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jcNzPEy-bFd6QXZJ-_qKKdMEF3gE9PssCn0TWkPFD5s/edit?usp=sharing) | <strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">CHAR. SHEET (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1uiKJy8cqN-Qu9uXu05Ym-pk0Xde2IQ2VXfanawQ7V9Y/edit?usp=sharing) | GLOSSARY (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1l3nR7opU3QMvpMrXglF5tC-VY7knlELr8WEe3VmJDNw/edit?usp=sharing) | XP BOUNTIES (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1AcT--8NSwbk-zwxXvjmLgZmFF0F-LaxxCrYn8yEW29o/edit?usp=sharing)</span></span></strong><br/>MAP (W.I.P) | POSSESSIONS (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1oBqut16PkvOBWTMW5jDrkPpumnKlzjKnodXTe3S0ANo/edit?usp=sharing)</span></span></strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Time:</strong> Early afternoon (Day 1; 3rd day, 9th Month)</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Weather:</strong> Heavy clouds; Light winds; Chilly temperature</span></span><br/><hr/><br/>After waiting for a time, it appears that no other people are about to pass by Tabitha's shack.  The door opens easily under her hand, admitting her outside.  It only takes her few moments of looking around to establish her bearings.  Her modest little shack appears to be on a small hill, behind a large wooden barn on the outskirts of a small settlement, and a very small one at that – the whole community appears to be made up of nearly two dozen wooden buildings all told, though some of the larger ones have stone foundations.  The sounds of hammering can be heard somewhere below and smell of fire and heated metal does indeed seem to confirm that it might be a smithy of some sort.<br/><br/>To judge from looks, the place appears to have the look and feel of a mining town, possibly with one or two farms to help support the place.  Very few people can be seen – if Tabitha had to judge, maybe three or four in view – and the entire place feels very empty.  Before Tabitha can wander very far, the crunch of shoes on gravel can be heard as well as woman's voice humming some indistinct tune; a few moments later, the owner of the voice comes into view from around the side of the barn.<br/><br/>A small,<span class="bbc_u">petite women (http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/wot/images/6/69/Moiraine-500x697.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150803182623)</span>, even shorter than Tabitha, though not overly so, dressed and hooded in blue approaches carrying a small hamper.  She ceases her tune as soon as she sees that Tabitha is out and about.  "I'm glad to see that you have recovered," she smiles warmly.  "I bid you welcome to the hamlet of Loam's Hollow.  You've been asleep – or should I say unconscious – for quite some time now; almost two weeks in fact.  Almost everybody thought you might not make it.  How do you feel?  Are you well?"<br/><br/>The woman has approached closer, stopping just outside of arms reach.  As though to highlight her concern, she cocks her head, her eyes looking Tabitha over for any signs that the paladin might be in any form of discomfort.  Compared to the rustic surroundings, it's clear that her clothes are very richly made, embroidered with thread-of-gold and silver.  From under her hood, her hair spills in dark waves, and her green eyes sparkle as she regards Tabitha curiously.  A silver necklace with an arrow-head shaped<span class="bbc_u">pendant (http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/eberron/images/0/01/Silver_flame.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131227231510)</span>, etched with fire-like designs, hangs from her neck.