WEEK 2 - CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

[maladied]

Let's retire in the countryside
Just as you wish it

Welcome to Hillbury

You come to in an intricately decorated dressing room. For those familiar with it, the style seems to be that of a Victorian manor house, and to those that aren't, even you can tell this is a stately room fit for the elite. In fact, you too, are decorated to match, fully dressed in luxurious suits or dresses, elegant and perfectly tailored, but still somewhat breezy and lightweight for the time period and class it belongs to. Looking outside, you get a view of a rolling and bright countryside. In the far distance, fields of crops and grazing cows can be barely spotted, but all of the nearby landmarks are elegant manors presumably similar to the one you stand in.

Comments

[maladied]

[A Disease perhaps even.]

All I've heard is that the town doctor's wholly perplexed by it, and he's quite a learned man fer a small town doctor, I'll have you know.

[divineth]

‘Tis most concerning to hear. Hath anyone died from it…?

[maladied]

Officially, no, but...

[He pauses.]

Ah, I shouldn't say things that are just scuttlebutt, I'd say.

[divineth]

[Oh, he loves hearing someone say "scuttlebutt" irl. It's not something he'd personally use but it's charming.

...okay back to serious business.]

Understandable. Mine apologies for the troubling topic of discussion. May the chirurgeon of that fair village find a cure with due haste.

[maladied]

[The footman nods, seemingly mollified by Urianger's kind words.]

Too right. There's enough to worry about with the monster lurking in the woods.

[divineth]

[Oh. That's also troubling. Urianger doesn't want the footman to think he lives under a rock, so he plays along.]

Verily. Hath there been word of any progress in tacking it?