Thread:Nightblaze757/@comment-26592185-20190606000248/@comment-26592185-20190606003705

The villagers are simply milling about the main square, buying bread and sweets and other goods. Of course, spreading the gossip as well. None of it is very interesting, just normal village gossip. There are a few jokes about the "witches living down there" while pointing to the cottage.

The man blinks again, and a misty haze falls over his face. "It's called Goosetown," he says after a moment, "although I have never seen a goose here." He glances back towards the main square. "Everyone is quite nice. If you're looking for somewhere to stay, I'm sure you can find one here. My name is Kvasir, by the way."