It is well lit here.
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You are crowded in thickly by the trees and plants. The trees stand tall before you and their leaves allow a few rays of sunlight through. The sounds of animals and insects reach your ears.
This area is vast. The air is eerily still.
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Mute is sitting down here whittling a quarterstaff.
A fresh wolf corpse is here.
Two wolf pelts.
Some wooden torches.
A wooden stick is here.
A fresh skinned wolf corpse is here.
A wooden chair is here.
A coarse burlap sack is here.
A slightly small pile of meat.
A crude wooden arrow is here.
A smooth rock is here.
A great many dead grasses.
A wood bead is here.
A round table is here.
A wide trail of packed earth leads into a clearing.
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You are holding an iron stiletto in your right hand.
You are wearing a leather scabbard with iron longsword in it around your waist, a leather canteen strapped across your torso, a canvas backpack on your back, a tooth necklace around your neck and a canvas moneybag strapped around your waist.
You examine a coarse burlap sack. This is a large, shapeless sack made of thick, coarsely woven brown burlap. A drawstring of thin hempen rope has been loosened around the mouth of the sack, opening it. It looks to be in perfect condition. It is on the ground. It contains:
many wooden axe handles and a couple rough leather gloves
You appear to be thinking.
You ask "Is that thy sack?"
You nod to coarse burlap sack.
> Mute examines a leather rucksack.
Mute examines a coarse burlap sack.
Mute shakes her head.
You nod.
You examine a canvas backpack.
A canvas backpack with a small hood hanging open. It appears to be slightly used. It is being worn on your back. It contains: small tin box, steel striking blade, shiny brown stone, a couple dried rabbit feet, metal fife, wooden stick, coarse burlap sack, and iron longsword
You reach to canvas backpack.
You take a coarse burlap sack.
You drop a coarse burlap sack.
You examine a coarse burlap sack.
This is a large, shapeless sack made of thick, coarsely woven brown burlap. A drawstring of thin hempen rope has been loosened around the mouth of the sack, opening it. It's in perfect condition. It is on the ground.
You say "Must be that man's one."
> Mute nods.
You examine a coarse burlap sack.
This is a large, shapeless sack made of thick, coarsely woven brown burlap. A drawstring of thin hempen rope has been loosened around the mouth of the sack, opening it. It is in perfect condition. It is on the ground.
You are holding an iron stiletto in your right hand.
You are wearing a leather scabbard with iron longsword in it around your waist, a leather canteen strapped across your torso, a canvas backpack on your back, a tooth necklace around your neck and a canvas moneybag strapped around your waist.
> You take a tree branch.
> You begin whittling a whip handle.
> You continue whittling a whip handle.
You continue whittling a whip handle.
You hum a tune.
> You continue whittling a whip handle.
Mute whistles along.
You smile.
> You continue whittling a whip handle.
You ask "Do thou play any musical naome?"
> Mute shakes her head.
You continue whittling a whip handle.
You are successful at whittling a whip handle.
You put a wood handle into a coarse burlap sack.
> You take a tree branch.
> You begin whittling a whip handle.
> Mute continues whittling a quarterstaff.
You continue whittling a whip handle.
You continue whittling a whip handle.
You say "Perchance thou should learn...then again perchance thou do not wish to...if it was me i would like some way to express my self through noise."
You chuckle.
> Maggots crawl over a nearly fresh skinned wolf corpse's surface.
You continue whittling a whip handle.
Mute nods.
You continue whittling a whip handle.
You continue whittling a whip handle.
You appear to be thinking.
You are successful at whittling a whip handle.
You put a wood handle into a coarse burlap sack.
> You take a tree branch.
> You begin whittling a whip handle.
You ask "Doth it not querthemei thou that thou cannot talk?"
> Mute messes up while whittling a quarterstaff.
You continue whittling a whip handle.
You appear to be thinking.
> You continue whittling a whip handle.
Mute rubs her throat.
You ask "Annoy?"
> Mute nods.
You continue whittling a whip handle.
Mute slams her hand on the ground.
You continue whittling a whip handle.
Mute closes her eyes.
You appear to be thinking.
> You continue whittling a whip handle.
You are interrupted.
(Commonsense) Stopping everything.
> Mute opens her eyes.
Mute takes a tree branch.
You frown.
> Mute throws a tree branch toward the east.
Mute begins to crawl off to a wooden stick, brandishing an iron knife.
You ask "Didst i say something wrong?"
> Mute shakes her head.
Mute stops moving.
Mute takes a tree branch.
Mute begins whittling a whip handle.
You say "Thou seem....quite troubled."
> Mute frowns.
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> Mute opens her mouth but only a hoarse noise comes out.
You nod.
You sigh.
> Mute continues whittling a whip handle.
You say "I wish i could emphize with thou, but i can't...i canst try but it is not the same..."
> Mute is successful at whittling a whip handle.
You appear to be thinking.
> Mute sniffles.
You stand up straight.
> Mute retires her iron knife to her short leather sheath.
Mute opens a leather rucksack.
You begin to slowly walk off to Mute, holding a partially completed whip handle and iron stiletto.
> Mute puts a wood handle into a leather rucksack.
You stop in front of Mute.
You comfort Mute.
Mute smiles endearingly.
You begin to slowly walk off to a coarse burlap sack, wielding a partially completed whip handle and iron stiletto.
You examine a coarse burlap sack.
This is a large, shapeless sack made of thick, coarsely woven brown burlap. A drawstring of thin hempen rope has been loosened around the mouth of the sack, opening it. It seems to be in perfect condition. It is on the ground. It contains:
a couple wood handles
> You stop in front of a coarse burlap sack.
You sit down.
> Mute takes a tree branch.
You ask "Art thou lonely?"
> Mute nods.
Mute draws an iron knife from her short leather sheath.
Mute begins whittling a whip handle.
You say "I thought so...i guess people would ignore you...not bother to converse...."
You sigh.
> Mute gulps.
Mute nods.
You say "I am Jo by the way, Jo Sudasi."
You stand up straight.
You bow.
> Mute smiles endearingly.
You sit down.
You look at Mute.
A female mysrra with short spotted hair, a slender tail, amber eyes and short orange fur. She has two arms, two legs, a feline tail, and a head mounted on a large torso. She is about your height, light, and seems to be slightly weaker than you. She is sitting down here looking well rested.
Her right leg is barely wounded and left leg is slightly wounded.
She is holding a partially completed whip handle in her right hand and an iron knife in her left hand.
She is wearing a short leather sheath around her waist, a canvas moneybag strapped around her waist, a leather canteen strapped across her torso, a leather rucksack on her back, a skull necklace around her neck and a small set of silver-white claws on her right hand.
> Mute is successful at whittling a whip handle.
Keror sets in the east.
Mute puts a wood handle into a leather rucksack.
You smile and say "I think for fino I'll just call thou Wolfy...since thou seem to like them so much."
Done.
> Wolfy shakes her head.
You shake your head.
You appear to be thinking.
> Wolfy draws a picture of a moon in the dirt.
You gaze up into the sky.
It is early morning with the sun hanging low in the western sky. You see pale yellow Galemon and red Yuzla up above as well.
You ask "Galemon?"
> Wolfy laughs a silent laugh.
Wolfy shakes her head.
You ask "Yuzla?"
You say "I hope not."
Wolfy shakes her head.
You chuckle.
> You appear to be thinking.
> You ask "Keror?"
> Wolfy shakes her head.
You ask "Moon?"
> Wolfy nods.
You smile.
Done.
> You say "Pleased to meet thou moon."
Moon smiles.
Moon grins, her slanty amber eyes sparkle mischievously.
You chuckle.
> You chuckle.
You don't have any free hands.
> You continue whittling a whip handle.
You are successful at whittling a whip handle.
You put a wood handle into a coarse burlap sack.
You hum a tune.
Moon whistles.
You smile.
You examine a canvas backpack.
A canvas backpack with a small hood hanging open. It is slightly used. It is being worn on your back. It contains: small tin box, steel striking blade, shiny brown stone, a couple dried rabbit feet, metal fife, wooden stick, and iron longsword
> You continue whittling a whip handle.
You continue whittling a whip handle.
Moon is successful at whittling a whip handle.
You say "Would thou mind if i played my fife? i am not very good nonenioperi it, but it will do me good to practice."
> You take a tree branch.
Moon shakes her head.
Moon puts a wood handle into a leather rucksack.
You ask "Thou don't mind or thou do?"
You look confused.
> Moon grins, her slanty amber eyes sparkle mischievously.
Moon motions for you to go ahead.
Moon takes a tree branch.
Moon begins whittling a whip handle.
> You thank Moon.
You smile.