Honeyhome was, as it always was, peaceful. Or at least it appeared to be as such. People continued about their daily lives, maintaining the welcoming smiles, the warm greetings and the general atmosphere one would expect in a small village away from the brunt of the changes in the world. Yume had found the placement to be rather enjoyable, to a means. Not that she was by any means held here by any specific requirements or laws.
Her peace, however, had been disturbed when she'd received a missive from one of the local Lion's quarters. The missive had been simple, a notice that populations around Honeyhome - those of a goblinesque nature - had begun to show stirrings. There had been a few rumours about individuals disappearing on the roads, and an increase in actions against those who found themselves falling into the forests of Eastern Brisshal for the very first time.
Weird, that they would start now...I wonder if there's a reason they're all upset?
She mused aloud to herself, knowing that she would never be able to figure out the answer without investigating it. Her orders had been explicit - react only, defending those who called for help. There was no need to go hunting them down, or looking for trouble if she could avoid it.
Hopefully there's no problems. Nice and peaceful, is always best.
No sooner had the words escaped her lips, that the shouting had begun. Yume's head snapped to her left, looking towards the eastern edge of the village. She could still hear the shouting, the sounds of distress - and a single word sticking out against all the others. Goblins
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