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[indent][indent][h3][sup][sup]The mid morning air was warm, punctuated by a cool refreshing breeze that drifted down into Hearth from the northern hills. It was perfect, sunny weather for Market Day. This was about as busy as Hearth ever got, which suffice to say was not much busy at all. A few ramshackle stalls dotted around the Hamlet well -which functioned as a meeting place of sorts - with half thrown together wares stacked haphazardly atop them.

The smell of freshly baked goods wafted through the village thoroughfare; as distracted stall owners caught up on the latest gossip. Truthfully, gossip was really what Market Day seemed to be about, as lackluster as Hearth was as a travelling destination. A time for people to get together and catch up. The widow Madelaine, for example, had travelled up from the southern village, with but a few select pigeons to sell. Thoroughbreds, apparently, not that one could tell from looking at them. The aggressive little beasties tended to put people off what with the pecking, which meant a perfect opportunity for Madelaine to totter off to spread the latest salacious rumours. They likely held no truth to them, and everyone knew it, but such were the ways people found to pass time. And so it was Market day had pittance to offer, but for a sleepy Hamlet it was about as exciting as one could hope for.

[color=90C8AC]Today was a little different, however.[/color] The Hamlet was abuzz, as in a short few hours the [color=90C8AC]Adventurers Guild[/color] would officially be opening it's doors for registration. While the building still looked ramshackled - much like the [color=90C8AC]library[/color], which similarly had only recently acquired a new Owner - a few holes had been patched and a lick of paint hastily added, so if one squinted enough and were in a forgiving mood or perhaps terribly drunk, they might accidentally describe it as "rhushtick *hic".

While nobody in the sleepy little Hamlet knew it at the time, later historians would describe this day as 'the start of everything' in 'the place where it all began'.

It is so nice to be Home.
[/sup][/sup][/h3][/indent][/indent][hr][hr][color=cccccc]Welcome to the RP! Usually mechanical information or OOC will be mentioned here. For now, all is quiet in the Hamlet.[/color]