Lookabout
OOC: Good to see you; I though we'd lost ya.
Riccoco, you spend your morning as planned and do in fact discover several items not apparent from the night before.
As you get to the crossroads of the hanging tree, you see that the swinging body is in fact human. There is a hood over the face (to protect the sensibilities of children?), but the body looks to have been swinging at least a week. It is not a sight you would see in Tallon, but it would appear to be an effective crime deterrent.
Starting at the alehouse from the previous night, you discover that it is attached to a specific farm. The beasts who drank there last night were workers on that farm, and the beer was produced there. Apparently the cheap price was only for outsiders, and the beasts who were drinking the night before got their ale at an even cheaper rate as a perk of working the farm. You discover that such places are common. Each arms sells its produce or goods at a reduced price to those who work there. The goods are usually small in amount so that the worker cannot horde and undercut the farm, but you just know that someone must be doing that, somewhere. The potential to make a dollar or two is just too great.
As you travel about the "Greens" as they are called, it becomes harder to find common folk enjoying leisure time. The fields are industrious and by all observations, prosperous. It is while you are passing a vineyard (one of many) that you notice a mole doing something odd. He originally catches your eye because moles are rare in the Saber River Valley, but you quickly become intrigued by his actions.
He has a number of butts (small barrels), and bottles. He appears to be combining dregs into two smaller bottles. He is doing this in plain sight, but he does seem to be downplaying his actions, keeping the vessels close to him while pouring.