Silhouettes A 1x1 Between @BKenScout and @Fox of Spades ♠ At the Broken Bard Last night, a man was beheaded for stealing cabbages. It was a somber ordeal that took place in the town square, and as the crowd stared on, Alina felt an odd ache in her chest, something she couldn't quite comprehend. The man was of no importance to her. He was a common thief who was unlucky enough to get caught, but his beheading brought back vivid flashes of iron-pressed coats and endless nights spent plodding through snow. Thinking about it made her lose her appetite, and she stared wearily at her bowl of cold porridge. "Serves him right. Good for nothing thief, here in Edinburg, people work for their keep." "Amen to that, brother! Only the hardworking will prosper." Talk of the execution floated around the brightly lit tavern, and halfheartedly, Alina listened. Things like this always caused a commotion because in their little settlement by the woods, rarely anything ever happened. They were a small community of roughly fifty or so people, and most of them worked the land for a living while others resorted to hunting or fishing. Alina herself worked as a farmhand, rarely ever leaving the town. And she wasn't the only one, people rarely left Edinburg, and when they did, they made sure to never stray far. The settlement was surrounded on all sides by a dark and ominous forest that stretched out as far as the eye could see. The trees were so tall, and their branches so thick that barely any sunlight ever reached the forest floor. Some of the hunters who'd wandered deep into the woods never returned, and those that did, came back changed people. They would speak of shadow-like creatures and of never ending paths that lead to nowhere, and often, they would claim to have seen silhouettes of strange apparitions that were not of this world. Their horrific stories circulated so quickly throughout town, that no one ever dared to venture deeper into the woods for fear of the unknown. This only fueled her curiosity. Sometimes, Alina thought of leaving, but James Mertens, the owner of the farm she worked on always told her that the idea would only get her killed. Still, the thought of someplace other than Edinburg tempted Alina day in and day out. Most of the villagers, including herself, remembered nothing of a life outside their settlement. It was odd, how they all woke up here one day with no recollection of who they were or where they came from. It was this thought that bothered her on some nights, but on most days, she kept the question buried at the back of her mind because like everyone else, Edinburg was all she'd ever known. Leaning forward, Alina rested her arms on the wooden table. The music coming from the makeshift stage up front managed to brighten up everyone's spirits. The lute player even did a little jig, hopping excitedly off stage so he could pull one of the ladies out of her seat and onto what served as the tavern's dance floor. The festivities were only beginning, but Alina's thoughts were elsewhere... a world of frost and missing gods.