NaNoWriMo 2017: Reach-1/2
REACH-1 INT. OUTSKIRTS OF MEDIEVAL FARMING VILLAGE - NIGHT A man in a dark cloak and very little other shape creeps through the shadows on the edge of town. A town guard patrols down the middle of the mud rut that serves as the main drag. The guard flicks his gaze hither and yon and looks completely unconcerned. A second guard emerges from the one cross lane from behind the blacksmith's. GUARD #1 Quiet night. GUARD #2 Not quiet enough. GUARD #1 Macgreggor? GUARD #2 Oh, so you've done the walk up by the farms? Guard #1 laughs and slaps #2 on the arm before he, too, begins to chuckle. #2's eyes are haunted while he does. GUARD #1 Yeah, old Macgreggor is something. I don't know what he loves more, his pigs or his daughters. GUARD #2 I would worry more he can't tell 'em apart! GUARD #1 I'd worry more I can't tell 'em apart! I'm supposed to be with Suzie next Tuesday. GUARD #2 The d...