Original Rune

Bjorn and Fjora stared down at a small village from a nearby hilltop. The sun was rising, and smoke rose from the homes where the inhabitants were already awake for the day's work. Fjora wore a frown on her face as she studied the newest-looking building.

"That's definitely a temple, right?" She asked while studying its strange architecture.

"Yeah, blasted elves have already come this far," Bjorn murmured as he kept watch. "But there's no sign of the pointy-eared bastards."

"So what? You think they snuck past us and headed deeper in?" 

"Can't say for sure," Bjorn grumbled as he looked around. "Do you know of any other villages nearby?"

"Nah, the nearest settlement is a few days from here on foot," Fjora replied. "We passed by it on the way here."

Bjorn hummed to himself as he studied the first people to show themselves. Each one of them went to the temple before going about their business. 'Where did they go?' Bjorn wondered.