"Colonies," Ned repeats, not familiar with the word. It is a piece of information he tucks away to ask about later, perhaps his children as they've been in the village far longer than he has. They are more than likely familiar with the term. Watching the young man, it is easy for Ned to remember his own confusion and disorientation when he first arrived. It was only thanks to the previous arrivals of his family that had kept him from devolving into something more hysterical. He knows, and is reminded every time he encounters someone new, how fortunate he truly was for that introduction to the village.
His brows stitch together at being called "Eddie." What an unbecoming nickname for this stranger to have so randomly chosen.
"Please, I would prefer you call me Ned, if anything," he states, adding, "Might I be given a name by which to call you?"
Ned takes a moment to glance at the river, glad to see its levels had returned to a more normal state. And there had been no further arrowheads that he could find, or that he heard of. He isn't sure if that fact is comforting or disconcerting.
"It depends on the individual, generally; given that you seem like someone from a time of more advanced development, those types of things do not exist here," he says, turning back towards Owen. "There are empty cabins throughout the village, and you are able to claim any as your own. There is no form of payment or coin, either; you are able to take what you need from the food stores at the Inn, so long as you replenish once you've become more settled. If you do not want a cabin, there are often vacant rooms at the Inn that you are able to stay in, as well. Some prefer it while others prefer their space. There is also food and drink at the Inn that you are able to have. It's often stews and some kind of ale. Those are the general necessities, though I am willing to try and answer further inquiries, if you have them."
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His brows stitch together at being called "Eddie." What an unbecoming nickname for this stranger to have so randomly chosen.
"Please, I would prefer you call me Ned, if anything," he states, adding, "Might I be given a name by which to call you?"
Ned takes a moment to glance at the river, glad to see its levels had returned to a more normal state. And there had been no further arrowheads that he could find, or that he heard of. He isn't sure if that fact is comforting or disconcerting.
"It depends on the individual, generally; given that you seem like someone from a time of more advanced development, those types of things do not exist here," he says, turning back towards Owen. "There are empty cabins throughout the village, and you are able to claim any as your own. There is no form of payment or coin, either; you are able to take what you need from the food stores at the Inn, so long as you replenish once you've become more settled. If you do not want a cabin, there are often vacant rooms at the Inn that you are able to stay in, as well. Some prefer it while others prefer their space. There is also food and drink at the Inn that you are able to have. It's often stews and some kind of ale. Those are the general necessities, though I am willing to try and answer further inquiries, if you have them."