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by waysoftheearth » Thu Sep 09, 2010 10:33 pm
waysoftheearth wrote:
Olaf leads the mule out of the hole-in-the-wall and it happily begins to nuzzle its way through the vegetation in search of some grazing, not in the least disturbed by the fog.
Flewellen stalks about sniffing the air and connecting with handfuls of cold, wet earth and brambles. He senses nothing unnatural about the state of the weather...
Meanwhile, at the camp Caine and Throgrim belatedly set about establishing a camp fire. "How we would've enjoyed some of that last night!" comments Fix with a shiver.
Both the mercenary fighting-Men make a point of standing near to Ulric, the apparent master of the coin purse, and eventually worked up the courage to enquire as to their day's pay.
"I'm going for a walk," chirps Anwyn, apparently disinterested by this, and skips off into the fog soon vanishing from sight.
[f=32]
Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
torch[/f]