Quiet on the outside, as the sun sets, in each house there is something well hidden from the world. A little dark haired half-elf arranges the skulls of small monster and animals under her bed as her adventuring gear hangs where her mother can't see it. "Ten years of age is no age for an adventurer!" fresh in her ears.
A traveling mute bard hides the cats in his room as he studies local lore one mages able to lift curses.
A maiden enters her room swiftly after a men approached her for a casual chat, she locks the door and picks up her sword, twirling it once she begins deft swordplay in order to calm her nerves.
A doppleganger child stares out the window of his human parent's home, wishing for his own identity.
The Dwarven Blacksmith closes his eyes as he releases a hawk to his family, hoping that no one finds out he's been keeping in contact from the kingdom from which he was exiled.
The local Oracle closes her small temple's doors, mentally begging to know how she makes predictions.
As all the lights go out in this town, unified cry goes up from the hearts and minds go up from the villagers, "Where is my hero with the answers?"
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