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I vote for fast-forwarding... -Will

Hargrim takes a deep breath, and smiles broadly. "Yes, yes...I suppose you're right." He grips the handles of the handaxes that hang at his hips and says, "Shall we teach those orcs a thing or two, then, fellows?"

Kemble blinks. "Uh...right. What she said," he says, pointing his thumb in Ionna's direction.

Though obviously still worried and frustrated, Hargrim sighs in resignation as he walks with his companions. "Well," he says, "if this Goodland is three days away, we'd best stop by the stables and find mounts. The villagers are in real danger; we've got to get there quickly to make sure no...

"C'mon, let's quit dallying about and get in there! Take 'em by surprise, while they're still preparing for their raid!" Kemble chimes in, pumping his fist. "The last thing they'll be expecting is thirty" -- the halfling pauses to size up Cade -- "er, sixty pounds of halfling pain in the...

As long as it's not his "hungry growl," it's all good. ;)

Hmm...is anyone still out there? I hope nobody's waiting on me -- I'm fine with fast-forwarding to the next morning...

AF, do we need to buy mounts before heading out?

Kemble checks on his pony, Lucky, and swings easily into his saddle. He pulls from beneath his tunic a small silver pendant in the shape of a halfling's footprint and kisses it. "By the grace of Brandobaris, let this be an adventure to remember!" he says earnestly, his eyes cast heavenward, a...

The sun sets as Rhaine continues her patrol with the two Knights in Silver, Dorn and Garlon, through the heart of Silverymoon. It has been a quiet evening so far. Rhaine looks slightly distracted and worried.

Kemble arrives back at Lord Morn's hall after a rousing bout of shopping, smiles broadly at Cade, and attempts to gently pet Fang.

Ahh, yes...I had almost forgotten Daggerdale's infamous "one for the road" policy! ;) Just kidding. Don't forget to bring a keg when we head for the crypts. I get the feeling we may need it! -Will

I don't really mind fast-forwarding either, if that's what people are doing -- I was mostly just trying to match Folo's pace. :) -Will

I don't feel too much of a need to RP it, myself...I can if you would like me to, though. :) -Will

"Rock the--" Hargrim sputters, his eyes darting toward the mage. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and then returns his attention to the gatekeeper. "Sir, I certainly mean no disrespect, but my lord Comere says in this missive" -- the dwarf stabs a stubby finger at the parchment in his...

Hargrim snaps his gaze down to Alton's, his eyes bright. "Aye," he says. "Aye, maybe -- guard!" The dwarf hurries over to the gatekeeper. "Did my lord Comere leave any instructions regarding the payment he promised us for our services?" he asks with intensity in his voice.

D'oh. I thought the patrolling referred to making sure the area around the city is safe and free of "enemy activity," so to speak. I'll edit my post...

Hargrim looks up from the scroll, a worried look on his face. He sighs. By Muamman, Comere’s gold had better be good. The weary dwarf absently rubs his earring and says, “Well...no time to waste, then, eh, lads?”

Free Silverymoon resources! Dig it: http://www.wizards.com/default.asp?x=dnd/frx/20050428a http://www.gemofthenorth.org/index.html BTW, Crimson, it looks like it's "Silver Marches," with a "c." Not that it really matters. :) -Will

Kemble accepts Lord Morn's payment with a smile, claps Dolarn on the back, and heads out into the city proper to make a few purchases. OOC: Kemble buys three potions of darkvision (3 x 300 gp = 900 gp), a hooded lantern (7 gp), another pint of oil (1 sp), four more days' worth of trail rations...