Payson's Morning Scroll

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“All the news worth knowing before the mead hall opens.”

The Greybeards of High Hrothgar — Publisher & Proprietor

Payson, Arizona · Fredas, the 6th of Sun's Dusk (Friday, November 6, 2026) · Morning Edition — Vol. 2611, No. 06 · Price: One Septim
The Hearth's cats in today's weather
Gandy holds the dry deck in lordly gloom while Maevy duels a runaway pine needle.
Skies O’er the Hold   57° / 45°   Overcast
A grey, cool day — overcast skies, a steady breeze, and a chance of rain.
Wind 10 mph  ·  Feels like 53°  ·  UV 3 (Moderate)  ·  Rain 12%
Sunrise 6:49 AM  ·  Sunset 5:27 PM  ·  Tomorrow — Overcast, 61/45
The Moon’s Reckoning
The moon, Waning Crescent
The moon, Waning Crescent
The moon, Waning Crescent
Yesterday · Tonight (Waning Crescent) · Tomorrow
waning toward the new moon
Morning
52°
Overcast
The sky at morningThe windsock at morning
7 mph
Noon
56°
Overcast
The sky at noonThe windsock at noon
9 mph
Late Afternoon
53°
Sunny
The sky at late afternoonThe windsock at late afternoon
6 mph
Evening
47°
Clear
The sky at eveningThe windsock at evening
6 mph

Around the Holds · The Week Ahead

Fish Fries, Fast Bikes, and a Hold Full of Friday Merry-Making

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Front page engraving
Riders, market stalls, and merry folk gather under a grey Rim sky — the Holds open a full Friday of doings.

PAYSON — Hail, wayfarer, and pull your cloak close — Fredas dawns grey and cool over the Rim, with the pines standing quiet under a blanket of cloud and a fair breeze to hurry you along the road. The Holds are in fine Friday fettle: fish fries sizzle in Payson and Pine, Sedona’s red rocks ring with the great Mountain Bike Festival all weekend, and Show Low serves soup in hand-made bowls for a good cause. Word from the road brings glad tidings, too — the first North Inch Renaissance Faire at the Payson Golf Course last month was such a success that its organizers are already planning next year’s. By the Nine, there is plenty to do before the early 5:27 sunset — choose your adventure below.

Happening in the Holds Today

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The Days Ahead

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Merchant of the Hold

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Ruby Road Vintage Mall · Camp Verde

Engraving of a medieval market hall full of antique furniture and browsing townsfolk
Inside Ruby Road: sixty booths of treasures, and the furniture room is the stuff of legend.
Eight thousand square feet of treasure just off Highway 260 — more than 60 vendor booths of vintage and repurposed furniture, home décor, clothing, hand-poured candles, locally crafted jewelry, gourmet treats, and artisan goods. The furniture room is the signature hunt: hundreds of pieces, and the house rule is plain — drawers glide, hinges work, no holes. A whisper of an Appraisal enchantment hangs over the place, the regulars swear, for the right piece seems to find its traveler the moment he walks in.

“It’s really fun to look around, plus it’s clean, and it doesn’t have that musky odor that some resale shops have” — Flagstaff Business News, quoting customer and local artist Sheri Morris

851 E Howards Rd, Camp Verde — open seven days, 10 AM–5 PM; phone (928) 567-5759; $$ (moderate). Good to know: new furniture lands daily in the shop and online — call before driving down for a piece you spotted on their website. · their scrying-mirror page (other travelers call it a ‘website’)

Why the Hearth sends you: The Hearth sends guests here on the Camp Verde day — Montezuma Castle and Fort Verde in the morning, then one great treasure hunt where every traveler finds something to carry home.

Stories Around the Rim

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Ten Minutes Late at the Seven Thousand Steps

Engraving of a steep stone stairway up a mountain, with amazed travelers pointing at a distant tiny hooded figure
The seven thousand steps: boot prints, a warm bench, and the mist split in two — ten minutes after he was gone.

Word comes this week by a goatherd come down the high mountain road, and he swears every word of it. The grey monks at the shrine atop the seven thousand steps called a name into the storm last week — and this week, he says, the hooded one came.

Nobody saw him arrive, mind you. The goatherd reached the top not ten minutes after the shrine bell rang and found only this: a row of boot prints in the frost going up, a bench still warm, and the great bank of mountain mist split clean in two, as if a single spoken word had parted it like a curtain — and through the gap, a lost mule train coming safely down the far side, bells jingling, drivers none the wiser.

One monk says the stranger learned a word up there and spent it kindly on the road. Another monk says there was no stranger at all, only weather. Mabel doesn’t believe a word of it, either way. But the boot prints were real, the goatherd swears — and both rows of them, up and down, were already fading when he bent to look.

Tales from the Treeline

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Mittens for the Antlers

Engraving of a wood elf tying tiny mittens onto a dignified elk’s antlers while a shaggy monster wears mittens as socks
Earl endures his antler mittens with enormous dignity; Jethro takes the spares as socks.

Fredas dawned grey and cool, and Mabel (a wood elf) looked out at the cloud blanket and declared it a knitting day. By mid-morning she had finished two tiny mittens — and then, eyeing Earl (an elk), she kept right on knitting.

“For the antler tips,” she said, tying the first one on while Earl stood very still and tried to look like this was normal. “A dignified elk should not have cold antlers.” Earl, who takes himself more seriously than any creature in the forest, bore it with enormous dignity, which is to say he pretended not to notice the mittens, the onlookers, or Henny (the Hearth’s chicken) following him around making soft, impressed noises.

Jethro (the Mogollon Monster) wanted in, of course. There were not enough mittens for a monster, so he wore the spares as socks — one on each great foot — and paraded the clearing with his toes wiggling in striped wool. Flurry (a young ice-breathing dragon) offered to chill the mittens “for authenticity,” and was voted down by everyone, including the mittens.

By evening Earl was still wearing his, purely, he said, because removing them would be undignified. Mabel has orders for six more pairs. The forest has never been warmer, or prouder.

Printed with pride in Payson, in the shadow of the Rim · Set in hot metal by Dude, Bard of the Morning Scroll · May your Fredas be free of giants, the admin.
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A potion flask, drawn by our staff artist

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