Thread:Nightblaze757/@comment-26592185-20190606000248/@comment-26592185-20190607134806

The villager at the stand is a middle-aged woman. She is surrounded by pastries and other baked goods. She collects the trinkets, stares them down, and then says, "Take whatever you want. Information about what?"

Kvasir is going at a slow enough pace anyways that Seafoam would have little trouble catching up. When he arrives at the cottage door, he reaches for the handle just as it swings open.

"I can't remember a single time he's been late, I'm just going to see if he's-" The stranger cut themself off as they saw the mini gathering of gods in front of them. They are wearing plain greyscale clothes, and look just like every other villager. However, the strange energy is definitely coming from them or something else in the house - it is much stronger now that the group was closer. It doesn't feel like evil, it just feels out of place.