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In the northwest outer skirts of town, there is a small trail. Hidden cleverly by a sneaky ranger and mother nature’s helping hand, the trail leads deep into forest before it ends at a cottage. As Samrula reaches the end of the trail, the ranger sighs, already feeling slightly more comfortable at the sight. It’s been roughly about a month since she last saw the owner of the cottage.

Throwing her sack over her shoulder, Sam struts over to the door and gives it a heavy knock.

“Aye, anybody home? It’s the tax collector!”

“Ah-! Oh my,” a voice from inside the small home shouts out. “Ah, um...Just-Just a second!” Sounds of objects hitting the floor follow the owner’s reply.

A few more things make their way to the floor before the door shoots open, and the tall, wood elf, disheveled hair and frantic vibe, come smiling to greet their guest.

“Oh hey! What’s up?” A stupid grin adorns the elf as she leans against the door frame.

Samrula looks at her friend, who’s flustered with her hair sticking out crazily. Behind her Samrula can see the chaos she caused in a matter of seconds. It’s enough to make Sam snicker. How this elf has survived this long by herself she has no idea.

“Is this all it takes for ya to get frightened? The tax man knocking at your door?” Samrula smirks and smacks Endi on the arm in her usual greeting form before inviting herself into the cottage.

“Drop any cups?” She asks, holding up her waterskin and giving it a little shake. “I brought by a little present. Finest wine from the town over!”

“Oh,” Endi watches her friend. “Oh, uh, yeah! I do.” She walks over the the mess on her kitchen floor, utensils and other kitchen items scattered everywhere. She reaches under the table to grab the cup she saw roll under there.

“So, how was your little, uh, trip to the other- ACK!” The elf yells as she gets up too quickly, resulting in hitting her head under the table. “To the other town?”

Endi looks to the other woman, grinning sillily while holding out the cup she retrieved a second ago.

“Oi, watch your head there! Can’t enjoy the wine if you’re conked out!” Samrula laughs, and eagerly opens her waterskin, pouring Endi a considerable amount in her cup and nearly overflowing it. “Cheers!” She says, drinking directly from the container. The alcohol makes her shiver, and colors her cheeks.

“The trip was fine! The job was fine! We just transported wine back and forth a couple of times. Nothing even attacked us this time!” She throws herself on to one of Endi’s chairs, taking another swig from the skin. “What about you? How was...” She gestures wildly around her., signaling to the cottage. “How was all this?”

Endi takes a generous sip from her cup. She forces it down her throat, makes a face for a few seconds, then goes back to normal. She holds the cup with both hands, easing herself to lean on the table next to Sam.

“Oh, this?” Endi gestures to the mess with a tilt of her head. “Oh, the delivery girl came. Decided to make some deserts! Was about to pull out a tray to set them on and...” Endi just looks to the mess, head down in embarrassment.

Endi takes another sip from the cup, makes a face, then downs the rest. She puts out her cup for a refill.

Sam laughs whenever Endi makes a face, but gladly refills her cup. This time she does spill a little on Endi’s table, but she’s a little too far gone to really care and wipes it with the sleeve of her shirt.

“Yer still having that kid come up here huh?” Sam ponders, crossing her legs and taking another swig. “Takes guts to come up here by yer lonesome.”

She takes another swig. “Well, she’s got ‘em. Guts, I mean.” The elf drinks some more. “Guts, she’s got guts.”

Endi takes a seat at the table. “Sweet girl. Honest worker, ‘specially for a girl her age. Just trying to help out her family. Single mother.” Endi finishes her second cup.

“This is some...wine. This’s some gud wine...” Endi slurs just a bit, the tips of her sharp ears turning pink.

For a second, Sam is lost in thought. She looks out the window,

watching the trees sway in the wind. Suddenly her wine tastes like ash in her mouth, and with a reluctant sigh she closes the container. She leaves it on the table for Endi; she seems to be enjoying the drink.

In true asshole fashion, Samrula slams her feet onto the table and leans back into the chair with her hands behind her head. “When are ya planning on leaving yer little hut and buying yer own cinnamon?”

In the northwest outer skirts of town, there is a small trail. Hidden cleverly by a sneaky ranger and mother nature’s helping hand, the trail leads deep into forest before it ends at a cottage. As Samrula reaches the end of the trail, the ranger sighs, already feeling slightly more comfortable at the sight. It’s been roughly about a month since she last saw the owner of the cottage.

Throwing her sack over her shoulder, Sam struts over to the door and gives it a heavy knock.

“Aye, anybody home? It’s the tax collector!”

“Ah-! Oh my,” a voice from inside the small home shouts out. “Ah, um...Just-Just a second!” Sounds of objects hitting the floor follow the owner’s reply.

A few more things make their way to the floor before the door shoots open, and the tall, wood elf, disheveled hair and frantic vibe, come smiling to greet their guest.

“Oh hey! What’s up?” A stupid grin adorns the elf as she leans against the door frame.

Samrula looks at her friend, who’s flustered with her hair sticking out crazily. Behind her Samrula can see the chaos she caused in a matter of seconds. It’s enough to make Sam snicker. How this elf has survived this long by herself she has no idea.

“Is this all it takes for ya to get frightened? The tax man knocking at your door?” Samrula smirks and smacks Endi on the arm in her usual greeting form before inviting herself into the cottage.

“Drop any cups?” She asks, holding up her waterskin and giving it a little shake. “I brought by a little present. Finest wine from the town over!”

“Oh,” Endi watches her friend. “Oh, uh, yeah! I do.” She walks over the the mess on her kitchen floor, utensils and other kitchen items scattered everywhere. She reaches under the table to grab the cup she saw roll under there.

“So, how was your little, uh, trip to the other- ACK!” The elf yells as she gets up too quickly, resulting in hitting her head under the table. “To the other town?”

Endi looks to the other woman, grinning sillily while holding out the cup she retrieved a second ago.

“Oi, watch your head there! Can’t enjoy the wine if you’re conked out!” Samrula laughs, and eagerly opens her waterskin, pouring Endi a considerable amount in her cup and nearly overflowing it. “Cheers!” She says, drinking directly from the container. The alcohol makes her shiver, and colors her cheeks.

“The trip was fine! The job was fine! We just transported wine back and forth a couple of times. Nothing even attacked us this time!” She throws herself on to one of Endi’s chairs, taking another swig from the skin. “What about you? How was...” She gestures wildly around her., signaling to the cottage. “How was all this?”

Endi takes a generous sip from her cup. She forces it down her throat, makes a face for a few seconds, then goes back to normal. She holds the cup with both hands, easing herself to lean on the table next to Sam.

“Oh, this?” Endi gestures to the mess with a tilt of her head. “Oh, the delivery girl came. Decided to make some deserts! Was about to pull out a tray to set them on and...” Endi just looks to the mess, head down in embarrassment.

Endi takes another sip from the cup, makes a face, then downs the rest. She puts out her cup for a refill.

Sam laughs whenever Endi makes a face, but gladly refills her cup. This time she does spill a little on Endi’s table, but she’s a little too far gone to really care and wipes it with the sleeve of her shirt.

“Yer still having that kid come up here huh?” Sam ponders, crossing her legs and taking another swig. “Takes guts to come up here by yer lonesome.”

In the northwest outer skirts of town, there is a small trail. Hidden cleverly by a sneaky ranger and mother nature’s helping hand, the trail leads deep into forest before it ends at a cottage. As Samrula reaches the end of the trail, the ranger sighs, already feeling slightly more comfortable at the sight. It’s been roughly about a month since she last saw the owner of the cottage.

Throwing her sack over her shoulder, Sam struts over to the door and gives it a heavy knock.

“Aye, anybody home? It’s the tax collector!”

“Ah-! Oh my,” a voice from inside the small home shouts out. “Ah, um...Just-Just a second!” Sounds of objects hitting the floor follow the owner’s reply.

A few more things make their way to the floor before the door shoots open, and the tall, wood elf, disheveled hair and frantic vibe, come smiling to greet their guest.

“Oh hey! What’s up?” A stupid grin adorns the elf as she leans against the door frame.

Samrula looks at her friend, who’s flustered with her hair sticking out crazily. Behind her Samrula can see the chaos she caused in a matter of seconds. It’s enough to make Sam snicker. How this elf has survived this long by herself she has no idea.

“Is this all it takes for ya to get frightened? The tax man knocking at your door?” Samrula smirks and smacks Endi on the arm in her usual greeting form before inviting herself into the cottage.

“Drop any cups?” She asks, holding up her waterskin and giving it a little shake. “I brought by a little present. Finest wine from the town over!”

“Oh,” Endi watches her friend. “Oh, uh, yeah! I do.” She walks over the the mess on her kitchen floor, utensils and other kitchen items scattered everywhere. She reaches under the table to grab the cup she saw roll under there.

“So, how was your little, uh, trip to the other- ACK!” The elf yells as she gets up too quickly, resulting in hitting her head under the table. “To the other town?”

Endi looks to the other woman, grinning sillily while holding out the cup she retrieved a second ago.

“Oi, watch your head there! Can’t enjoy the wine if you’re conked out!” Samrula laughs, and eagerly opens her waterskin, pouring Endi a considerable amount in her cup and nearly overflowing it. “Cheers!” She says, drinking directly from the container. The alcohol makes her shiver, and colors her cheeks.

“The trip was fine! The job was fine! We just transported wine back and forth a couple of times. Nothing even attacked us this time!” She throws herself on to one of Endi’s chairs, taking another swig from the skin. “What about you? How was...” She gestures wildly around her., signaling to the cottage. “How was all this?”

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Vaala, Finland by heikkri

#home

In the northwest outer skirts of town, there is a small trail. Hidden cleverly by a sneaky ranger and mother nature’s helping hand, the trail leads deep into forest before it ends at a cottage. As Samrula reaches the end of the trail, the ranger sighs, already feeling slightly more comfortable at the sight. It’s been roughly about a month since she last saw the owner of the cottage.

Throwing her sack over her shoulder, Sam struts over to the door and gives it a heavy knock.

“Aye, anybody home? It’s the tax collector!”

“Ah-! Oh my,” a voice from inside the small home shouts out. “Ah, um...Just-Just a second!” Sounds of objects hitting the floor follow the owner’s reply.

A few more things make their way to the floor before the door shoots open, and the tall, wood elf, disheveled hair and frantic vibe, come smiling to greet their guest.

“Oh hey! What’s up?” A stupid grin adorns the elf as she leans against the door frame.

Samrula looks at her friend, who’s flustered with her hair sticking out crazily. Behind her Samrula can see the chaos she caused in a matter of seconds. It’s enough to make Sam snicker. How this elf has survived this long by herself she has no idea.

“Is this all it takes for ya to get frightened? The tax man knocking at your door?” Samrula smirks and smacks Endi on the arm in her usual greeting form before inviting herself into the cottage.

“Drop any cups?” She asks, holding up her waterskin and giving it a little shake. “I brought by a little present. Finest wine from the town over!”

In the northwest outer skirts of town, there is a small trail. Hidden cleverly by a sneaky ranger and mother nature’s helping hand, the trail leads deep into forest before it ends at a cottage. As Samrula reaches the end of the trail, the ranger sighs, already feeling slightly more comfortable at the sight. It’s been roughly about a month since she last saw the owner of the cottage.

Throwing her sack over her shoulder, Sam struts over to the door and gives it a heavy knock.

“Aye, anybody home? It’s the tax collector!”