"Bryce" helps a stranger.

[Jaster]

[Shadgard, Town Commons] (OutUr)
A statue of a robed woman stands here in a circular plaza of earthen-hued cobblestones. Two circles of wooden benches have been placed around the plaza, one running the outer circumfrence of the plaza and facing inward, the other circling the base of the statue and facing outward. The plaza serves as a popular place for townsfolk to meet, visit and do business. A well-maintained road of cobblestones heads southward, while dirt paths lead to other sections of the town. On the north side of the plaza lies the Town Hall.
There is a small crowd of people here. The area is somewhat noisy.
You also notice a wooden trash barrel, a wooden storage crate, a scroll-shaped sign and a large notice posted on the Town Hall door.
It is cold.
The area is filled with a deep snow.
Also here: a grief-stricken goodwife.
Obvious paths: west, north, east, south.

look goodwife
This citizen looks rather put-out about something.
She is holding a swaddled small child in her right hand.
She is wearing a threadbare cloak, an undyed natural linen blouse, some long patched skirt, some wool socks and a pair of shoes.

You peer quizzically at a grief-stricken goodwife.

A grief-stricken goodwife begins crying.

Speaking to a grief-stricken goodwife, you ask, "What's the trouble?"

A grief-stricken goodwife exclaims, "My husband was robbed!"

You say, "Oh my, that's terrible."

A grief-stricken goodwife says, "He had saved just enough to feed us for the night ..."

You ask, "Where did this happen?"

A grief-stricken goodwife exclaims, "When a horrible behemoth of a man reached right into his pocket and stole his riln!"

You shake your head.

You say, "I can guess who that might have been.."

You say, "Don't you worry."

A grief-stricken goodwife clutches her small child closely to her, patting it comfortingly as it begins to cry for food.

You say, "I have some riln."

drop 2000
You drop some riln.

A grief-stricken goodwife stares at some riln.

A grief-stricken goodwife says, "That is more riln than any of us have ever seen together at once."

A grief-stricken goodwife says, "I couldn't ..."

You say, "Well, hurry up then. Before someone else snatches it."

A grief-stricken goodwife glances at a grief-stricken goodwife.

a grief-stricken goodwife gathers some riln from the ground.

A grief-stricken goodwife exclaims, "I don't know how to thank you, sir!"

You say, "Don't thank me. Just take care of that child of yours."

A grief-stricken goodwife bows to you.

You say, "And don't worry about the pickpocket."

A grief-stricken goodwife says, "Thank, thank you kind sir! Your generosity will never be forgotten."

You say, "I'll find him and make sure he knows the terrible thing he has done."

A grief-stricken goodwife says, "Please, give me your name."

You smile.

You say, "Bryce, my name is Bryce."

You gesture subtly with your hands, signing: He'll thank me later.

Speaking to you, a grief-stricken goodwife exclaims, "Thank you, thank you Mister Bryce!"

You say, "I'm only glad I could be of assistance."

A grief-stricken goodwife says, "Your kindness will never be forgotten."

A grief-stricken goodwife smiles at Jaster, tears running down her face.

You say, "Just remember to take care of that child."

Speaking to a swaddled small child, a grief-stricken goodwife exclaims, "Come, little one - let's go pick out a pie for the rest of the family!"

A grief-stricken goodwife just went west.

You grin.

You experience a sudden flash of insight, as though you have an increased understanding of who you are. You feel you could learn new things a bit easier with this knowledge, feeling confident in your choice of whichever skills you might next pursue.

You sit down on a bench.

You say, "Guess I better find that giant.."

[Bryce]

Oh, great. Next time, say your name is Collins. I don't want people comin to me for handouts. Collins can afford to do that.