A Message to all ye Bramblebury Folks

[NotEvilAtAll 10906]

[!] You find a letter in your rather damaged mailbox

Dear Brambleburians

I've acquired a good bit of land from my good friends the Amadors off 'n Haense. Since Bramblebury seems to 'ave come to an' end, I think we can all move there without too much trouble!

 

Decent area, plen'eh of land, close to water, close to other farmer folks, realleh all you could ask for! Just head off to that big ol' Haense city place, head over towards the fields with the big windmill towering over 'em, and then keep on heading down that path 'till you reach the new li'l road I've been working on tha' leads to the village area!

P.S: if ye need help finding the area, jus' send a bird off to tha big city an' I'll get to showin' you et!

 

Regards, Filibert Applefoot

Spoiler

 

[Notic 953]

Thain Monkey Peregrin leans up against a tree as he reads it, still mentally recovering from the attack conducted by Lord Knox. He then strikes his pipe aflame, smoking it under the sun, "T'ank t'e Izgul... oi just hope t'is nasty plague nay follows us furt'er."

[The Media Wizard 2958]

 

 

Prince Amaesil reads the missive. A small smile forms and he nods his head. From his perch within the Warden Keep, he can see the small village quite easily. "I recall a time when the smallfolk prospered in our woodlands, but those days have come to a close. I have the greatest respect for House Amador and the Halflings. I wish them the best in this new venture. Iheiuhii narne narneyem'ehya."

[Pureimp10 5691]

Isaak Amador smiled as he tacked on a new title to his signature, Protector of the Halflings.

 

"I'll have to wait until they name the village to make that better..."

[tazombo 248]

Callum Fiddleberry would sigh as he read the missive while sat at the shore of the wee folk's new home, his loyal feline companion Lion (a cat, not a real lion) curled up in his lap. He gazed over the water, before casting a glance over his shoulder at the rolling hills behind him- yet to be developed. "OI'll miss Bramblebureh fer shore, bu'..." he pauses, "Oi t'ink we'll do well 'ere. May t'a weefolk live long."

[someome 2053]

Hareven starts planning cottage designs from the Perch