Dear Cass Maren, You ask questions of the ordinary folk? I fear this might be a poorly answered enquiry though I shall do my utmost to satisfy your thirst for knowledge.
The ordinary folk differ from town to town as you might expect. They carry jobs such as butchers, bakers, and candlestick makers. And go about their lives never having any adventures, or doing anything unexpected. I wish that were true, but it is from the adventures and extraordinary goings of the ‘ordinary’ people that great stories are born. Some for the values of good, and others not so much. War is a terrible place, and during times of turmoil, the ‘ordinary’ folk are able to show their true character. Many usually enlist in the army, marching with their Liege Lord to defend their homes. But then there are tales of banditry and War Chiefs that litter the lands also.
Dol Hill of Southern Hill was famously an ‘ordinary’ folk turned King. He ran the very profitable and lucrative mine at Southern Hill for the King of the Snowy Hills. But a rift arose between the two men, some say a shared love, or one was offended by the other, none of the stories are clear. But what is certain is that Southern Hill stood their ground against the mighty Kingdom of the Snowy Hills. The King marched his army south to meet with Dol, but Dol refused to come out from behind the palisade. The King ordered it burned, but the palisade held a secret. Dol had built a reinforced wall behind it, filling the mortar with iron, and gold, and metals of the earth, so when the fires raged on, the stone wall behind strengthened and withstood their attack.
The King raged, and decided instead to starve them out, besieging the settlement. Unbeknowst to the King, however, Dol had befriended the Dwarves beneath the earth, and had set up a route for supplies to enter the city. The King waited, and waited, until the night the first winter winds blew, for with them came the Wolves of the Hills; Great Beasts the size of horses. The Pack destroyed the King’s army, and those who survived swore never to venture south again. I, myself, once had a run in with a baker who had rallied a posse to depose my friend. But I’m sure that is a story for another time. In short, the ordinary folk make the world go round. They farm the fields, pour the ales, and sell what they can to get by. It is a quiet life for them that want it, and for those that do not, history waits. Thank you for your question. Yours most humbly, The Chronicler of Farcliff
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