As each person stepped through the door, the atmosphere changed. From the quiet whispers of Tettle, came the true heart of its community. In the warm flickering candlelight of the Inn were many Halflings, each busy with their business as they sat around small wooden tables. A path from the doorway to the bar seemed to be fashioned among the heavy rows of small tables and individual wooden chairs. It was this path that Amphi walked so confidently along, being sure all who saw her and her company
There was little in the way of conversation whilst the four travellers marched through the forest. Despite their small size and hunched posture, both Garg and Borg easily kept up with the pace of Chime and Amphi. The travel through the forest seemed long, despite the path making way for them. The morning started off crisp and fresh, the cool air refreshing them as they walked long into the afternoon. Chime protested on two occasions to stop for food, the first being at around midday. Although Amphi
Tettle and a Dark Echo, the First Stop
Chime began to relax her sword arm after a short moment. To her, the cry for mercy meant these creatures were harmless. In the dark, Amphis spear remained ready to strike. She kept the tip pointed at the nearest creature, being sure that if it moved, she could attack it.
One of the creatures, the one nearest to Chime uncurled himself slowly.
For Amphi, her favourite ornament was a two foot grandfather clock. She was given it when she was eighteen, the same age as Chime today. That was fifteen Circular ago. Despite that, the small clock ticked dully every second of each day. Never once did Amphi have to mend it or replace any parts. She sometimes remembered the man who gave her that clock, and remembered she once had a different life to the one she lived in Fele-Hoon. As solemn as that thought was, she always found joy in watching the
Fele-Hoon & the Festival
Amphi was already impatient, waiting for Chime to return with the water. The dinner was ready to cook, but the vegetables needed the water to boil. Chime had been in Amphis' care for over six Circular. Amphi walked across the well-lit kitchen impatiently, her bare feet gently pressing on the wooden floor. She leaned her head out of the small, curved