It's been drizzling on and off, but it's been at least an hour since you've all arrived in the village. (Your normal status has been restored, so no more minuses for being tired!) Many of you are feeling more human already, after not having to be trekking through the underbrush still
The rain from above has been half-hearted at best this morning-- now afternoon. Clouds are sporadic, and gaps of hot sun break out from time to time, but otherwise it's a grey afternoon.
Richard strides out of the tavern, his buffalo rifle over his shoulder. He makes his way past Russo, The Kid, and Russo's gun. He gave it a little smirk as he passed, but from Richard it could have been a smirk either of approval or of mockery.
Into the mud he went, and he made his way over the the well, where Doctor Loder was looking intently into a bucket of water.
Also at this time, Max followed closely by Eisen approached the well also.