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The tall barbarian drew his enchanted cloak tighter around himself as the rain and wind picked up, trying, unsuccessfully to keep the rain off him. Halmar had been traveling a long time and a great distance from his tribe in order to prove himself worthy to lead his tribe. The barbarian had only heard of the skill and grace of the elves from the elders of the clan, but after spending time with his companions, Halmar thought the tales were understated.

He leaned his head back and felt the cool rain fall onto his rough face, his long hair, normally wild and unkempt, sat flattened against his head. Halmar had been trained to be nearly as silent as the elves, and even been gifted some items that assisted him keep out of sight. The human carried a large greataxe at his side, its haft nearly dragging on the ground, and a longbow across his back. Halmar's most prized possession lie hidden under his cloak, the mithril breastplate was as light as a simple chain shirt and didn't impede his movements in any way. His father had given Halmar the treasured heirloom from their family before he left on his quest.

Turning his thoughts to the situation at hand, Halmar looked upon the settlement and at Sheyla's words he turned and smiled. "I must agree with you on that, it would do well to have a few moments of rest and a warm meal.