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The Proletariat Robot
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Talltree, so named for the oak tree sitting squarely in the middle of the village, didn't seem that tall to the collection of travelers who had gathered around it, but then again, they were not Halflings. Each had their own reasons for coming, the promise of money, the lure of adventure, the satisfaction of helping those would couldn't help themselves, whatever their motivations five figures had gathered in response to a request for aid from the village Constable.
The Constable himself was an older man, his hair greyed and walking with the aid of a wooden cane. He did not seem impressed with the group that had gathered before him. His assistant, a significantly younger man with a stack of papers, seemed intimidated by them.
After a few moments of uncomfortable silence the Constable spoke, "'Ere fer ta bounty t'en?" He asked. Assorted variations of the word "yes" came in response. "Hrumph, good fur nuthin' leeches." He shook his head. "Bandits er sumfin's been attackin' people on ta road West o' 'ere. Damn Dwarves woan' sor' it out n' woan' send any mo' traders till it is. Take care o' it n' see ta lad 'ere fer ya pay, mayor took up a collection fer ya."
"That's right." The younger Halfling said, leafing through his collection of papers, "The village pooled some money together, there's fifty gold pieces in it for you if you bring back proof of a completed job. Oh, and one pie, old Mrs Rose offered to bake a fresh pie to whoever took care of it."
"Right t'en, deal wid it 'n see ta boy fer yer gold." The Constable said, turning and starting to walk away, "N' doan' come botherin' me 'bout it."
"Don't mind the old Constable," the Assistant advised, watching the Constable depart, "He's just grouchy because the Dwarves won't take care of it for us." Turning back to the group he looked through his papers one more time. "Need anything else from me? Or have you got the gist of it?"
Talltree, so named for the oak tree sitting squarely in the middle of the village, didn't seem that tall to the collection of travelers who had gathered around it, but then again, they were not Halflings. Each had their own reasons for coming, the promise of money, the lure of adventure, the satisfaction of helping those would couldn't help themselves, whatever their motivations five figures had gathered in response to a request for aid from the village Constable.
The Constable himself was an older man, his hair greyed and walking with the aid of a wooden cane. He did not seem impressed with the group that had gathered before him. His assistant, a significantly younger man with a stack of papers, seemed intimidated by them.
After a few moments of uncomfortable silence the Constable spoke, "'Ere fer ta bounty t'en?" He asked. Assorted variations of the word "yes" came in response. "Hrumph, good fur nuthin' leeches." He shook his head. "Bandits er sumfin's been attackin' people on ta road West o' 'ere. Damn Dwarves woan' sor' it out n' woan' send any mo' traders till it is. Take care o' it n' see ta lad 'ere fer ya pay, mayor took up a collection fer ya."
"That's right." The younger Halfling said, leafing through his collection of papers, "The village pooled some money together, there's fifty gold pieces in it for you if you bring back proof of a completed job. Oh, and one pie, old Mrs Rose offered to bake a fresh pie to whoever took care of it."
"Right t'en, deal wid it 'n see ta boy fer yer gold." The Constable said, turning and starting to walk away, "N' doan' come botherin' me 'bout it."
"Don't mind the old Constable," the Assistant advised, watching the Constable depart, "He's just grouchy because the Dwarves won't take care of it for us." Turning back to the group he looked through his papers one more time. "Need anything else from me? Or have you got the gist of it?"
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