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Odywyn looks at Sheng sympathetically."Geirvor's tribe. It seems you lot have found your own stragglers." Raomohr looks at him as well. “We took in one of the survivors of that attack, Olgrid, buried her six days ago. Poor girl was barely coherent for the first month. Told us she didn’t see...

Odywyn speaks, "Two men and a woman are approaching. No cart it would seem." Raomohr nods, waiting for the remainder of the party, though before they arrive something seems to click. "Hjalmofir? Husband of Dyrfinna? I remember them, Nokkva's tribe back then." Sheng, Seerah and Inguar make their...

The Navigator steps out of the Pearl, sniffing at his new armor. "I think that helps the stench. More importantly, this should keep me alive." He smiles at his compatriots. "Well, I'm ready."

He wandered into the Mystic Pearl, complaining of a stench trapped in his clothing, hair matted and filthy. His violet eyes darted about, observing the prices compared to his own paltry cash on hand. He looked at those in charge, a con did not seem a good idea, he liked his freedom, and hands...

Raomohr grunts at her Niraya’s condolence, not with any ill will, just a way to avoid grievance before he and the others acknowledge Tekai as he walks toward them. “About a day and a half north of here. It’s been just over a week, we’ve been camped out here, Odowyn sets the traps and keeps our...

"No sense in being wasteful."

The man nods as Niraya tells him there are others. As she asks what they are doing, there is a silence among them, almost uncomfortable as the third man gives her a grim look before looking back at the others. “We’re looking for survivors.” Heturns back toward her. “Our tribe was traveling...

The men look up abruptly. The second man grabs his spear and looks ready to get up before the third holds a hand up toward him and looks back and forth between Niraya and the first man, whom is only staring directly at her for what feels like an eternity before he turns his eyes to the third...

Sucks to hear MV, good luck with everything though, Seerah will be NPC’d, and you are definitely always welcome back.

"Do you take the meals to the warden?"

“And you know who to find when you need something opened, friend.” The Navigator smiles at Grandmaster Torch before departing. He goes through the coin bag as he walks away from Torch’s. “Swamps. Sewers. Granaries. Looks like tomorrow I’ll be burning these clothes. Hopefully we see tomorrow...

Inguar pulls the cart to a stop as Niraya returns. Upon Seerah’s premonition, as she argues to go along, Inguar prepares his bow, allowing Niraya and Sheng to talk her out of going as well. As Niraya departs, he slowly drives Volnir close to a tree before tying him off, and looking at the other...

Vordahl speaks to the man. “Do all the men come here for their meals? Including the warden? Do you expect anyone else soon?”

“Ahh. Wonderful.” The Navigator studies the notes for a moment before looking up and giving the waterbearer a nod. He then takes the man’s sleeve and casually uses it to wipe off the mouth hole. “Your service is most appreciated.” He maintains a straight face before he plays the tune.

I just assumed he was in the room. If not, let's pretend he spoke to the fetcher of the water. :)

The diviner making sure we don't steal anything.

Vordahl sheathes his sword and takes a small bowl of the soup as he waits for Silhouette, the simplest of hot meals seeming luxurious at the moment. As Grumblejack mentions horse meat, he shoots a questioning glare at the woman. He is undeterred from his meal, however, and eats without grace...

The Navigator kneels next to the chest, looking over it momentarily before looking at the diviner with a serious look. “This is very old magic, and I sense you may prove useful. Could you come close please and put your hand here?” He points next to what he perceives to be the hole he needs to...

The night passes, the party has a meal of roast boar and a stew of root vegetables. The remains are salted and preserved. They wake to another day of welcome sunlight and make preparations swiftly before departing, Tekai and Niraya exploring ahead, Sheng and Seerah keeping with the cart...

Vordahl grunts and nods at Silhouette. “There’s no pleasure in killing the help.” He takes the woman’s uncut beef, tossing it to Grumblejack to keep him occupied for the moment. Afterwards, he walks around the kitchen for a moment, sword in hand, hoping they recognize this particular sword as...