Hard at work

[diz]

Since his return, Scrubby looking Dizsen (Diz to those who know him) has been hard at work upgrading his gear. Sitting at a table in the open air tavern he greets any who talk to him with his dry and sarcastic sense of humor. Only time will tell what trouble that brings.

[Admin]

A man dressed in drab browns that are caked with mud approaches from the North West, he seems a simple folk with no visible weapons....

"Greeting to you good sir, Might you know where I can something to fill my stomach?"

The Stench of fresh manure washes over the area around this stranger..

[diz]

The sting in his eyes and the "aura" of the man alert Diz to his approach just as he arrives. As it does not seem he has met this person before he holds back any sharp remarks as to remain respectful for now.
"Well as I understand it. Here where i sit is the 'open canopy' tavern i would suppose to call it as there is no true structure yet built. Wait here long 'nuff and i am sure someone can fit yer needs." Pondering for just a second. "Although your current "condition" may need some tending to... maybe with some water 'n elbow grease." Reaching into his newly made pouch he produces some crackers and offers them. "Ain't much, but should tide ya over til you get done."

[Admin]

The Stranger comes closer and takes the offered snack... Upon closer inspection he may be recognizable as someone who now lives in the well tunnel system and is known to farm Mushrooms.

"Well I thank you for the information and the snack, I would warn against staying here too long as monsters often run amuck around here. Unless you are as good at hiding as I am then you could be safe enough"

He opens the crackers and quickly devours the snack, his eye wonder toward Whittens' Estate...

"Boy I just can't seem to have enough to eat lately if only someone would kill one of that spoiled brats cows and cook it up"

[diz]

Having had to backtrack to retrieve some supplies. The strangers' echo in his mind. "Hmmmm....."