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Veras-Re is struck by curiousity and tags along, though he is quiet.

"She mayreturn with reinforcements, a dangerous prospect given that she might know something of our abilities now" Ishmael was truly at a loss regarding the situation. "The main point of contention is whether this person is a threat to us or not. Be she a spellcaster? Be she a shapechanger? Be...

Wilhelm is touched by the old woman's sorrow of days gone by and allows her some reprieve before asking her: "When did this happen? How long ago?"

OOG: GM Ah. Understood. Did the necessary editting to Ishmael's dialogue.

OOG: Go off to play WoW for a few hours and look what happens... GM I Guess by "Evil evil evil" you mean greater than a faint emanation of Evil. If this is the case... Ishmael is a little shocked by Percy's advice, but then, he's always considered her to be better in the ways of wisdom than...

Wilhelm watches this impassively, though within him, he feels some empathy for the enthusiastic youth. But waits for the old woman to explain the matter.

When Percy asks Ishmael about the load, the Halfling looks askance at the warpony. Courage tosses its mane haughtily. "I am certain that mine equine friend would love to lighten the load for his companions" Ishmael smiles. "Didst someone say that they needed healing?" He holsters Violet and...

Hmm... true. I remember reading about a few people and places where the blood of Numenor was not so diluted. Faramir and Imrahil of Dol Amroth (not really of the line of Numenor, but they have a trace here and there, I think).

There is something unnerving about being intimidated by an old woman. But Wilhelm manages to summon what courage he has to speak. He steps forward, non-threateningly in order to get out from behind the party. "My Lady, it would seem that we are not welcome in this house because we would...

Ahh...the Dunedain. Now, someone correct me if I'm wrong. I'm bound to get a lot of this screwed up. Here's a short version of how they came to be. Basically, the Dunedain were named after the Edain, who were named after a Man of the same name. He was the leader of a House who became friends of...

Ishmael and Courage remain in the room with the crates, unless called for. They will keep watch, Ishmael will his dark-piercing eyes and Courage with his keen nose.

OOG: sounds good to me Ishmael helps pack the gear (MW and bows) neatly into Courage's saddlebags and item-holders.

OOG: I would suggest taking only the masterwork stuff and the bows (since they weigh only 2-3 lbs. and cost a lot). We can grab the rest of the loot on our way out.

Wilhelm enters behind Jaan and Kith, though not too close to them. He stands at attention as the Lady of the House surveys her visitors. He lets the "young man" explain himself as he takes note of the Maker's Mark and scans his memories for its significance, if any. OOG: is it familiar to him...

"Glaive?" Ishmael ponders the question for a moment. "Oh that thing! I had sold mine glaive to enhance Violet" He pats his warhammer. "But if thou needst a thing with reach, might I suggest mine Lance?"

I don't know if it's an essential feat as you say, but it's pretty handy. As a GM, I like to mix things up a little and take away things that players often take for granted... like firm footing and sleep. I play sorcs more than I do any other class and I don't find myself taking this feat at...

"What is the decision?" Veras-Re looks at the rest of the party.

Wilhelm nods at Jaan's words of wisdom, but then he realizes that he could not do such a thing at all. He was carrying a large amount of weaponry as it was. And he couldn't just leave any of them lying around for young Theo to pick up and hurt himself with. He decides to bring himself further...

Wilhelm looks at the area with some interest. He carries himself well as he walks, though he prefers to let others lead. His interest is piqued by the crimson hued flowers but he doesn't approach without the party.

Will accepts the cookie with the same grace that he'd accept a title. "Thank you, Theo" He nibbles on the cookie then, finding the taste to his liking, finishes it with one bite. The jade in his eyes shine with satisfaction.