I return to town and break the news to Ma Woodwright. I tell her that he's joined up with the bad guys and he's not coming back. I leave out the part where he ran away screaming like a woman on account of me stabbing his guts out. I also leave out mentioning that she's a horrible mother. She drops some coppers on me and we part ways.
Let's see: So far I've buried some heroes in a shallow unmarked grave, recovered a handkerchief, insulted the woodcutter, murdered for a fishing pole and broken a mother's heart. I don't think my campaign is improving the lives of these people the way I hoped it would.
It's almost as if those years of music lessons left me unprepared to rebuild a city after an invasion.
I think what I need to do is go back to the Shire. I have to settle up with the post office for all of this.
Eh. It's complicated. You'll see.
However, it might have been funny to come back to Archet after finishing up the Shire so Jon Brackenbrook could ask me to bury Dirk Mudbrick weeks after he died.
Ahhhh. Home again. I guess I should show you around.
It's pretty here, and at least people know how to build proper homes that don't look like warehouses. But this place isn't all sunshine and gardens.