Bren and Alexandra leave the gate behind, the road narrowing into dusk. The wind has eased, and their footsteps sound plain on the packed earth.
Alexandra
You walk like a man used to listening more than speaking. Is that the chapel teaching, or only you?
Bren Riverglade
She keeps her pace steady, waiting for the answer.
They pass a ditch lined with pale reeds. Alexandra glances sidelong at Bren, her curiosity now gentle instead of sharp.
Alexandra
Father Hallowell trusts you. The mayor listened to you. That is not common in Northmere. What sort of trouble do you usually find?
Bren has room to answer if he wishes, while the village lights begin to glow behind them like dim embers.
Alexandra
Come a little farther with me. I would hear what you think of Northmere now, when no one is pressing you.
✓ Quest Accepted
Share what trouble Bren usually finds