A Town Of Strangers Lore note · part 2 of 2

The recent influx of strangers unnerves both me and the workers — and even worse, it disrupts business.

Liane wrote to me about this "incident" she had at the riverbank. It's unsettling, no doubt, but I attempted to convince her to keep working. If no one dares to enter the muddy fields at night anymore, the business will sink deeper than a boot stuck in muck. It's just a matter of time until our stored gloomberries run out. What will we make our wine and marmalade with, then?

I wish Liane had met the other stranger instead. The barber was odd, yes — spending much of his time atop the keep's tower, staring at the constellations above — but at least he wasn't deranged. If only she had met him by the shore, peacefully harvesting gloomberries at midnight... then I'd still have a supplier!