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Message: <blockquote data-quote="dimsdale" data-source="post: 4698760" data-attributes="member: 79956">Kruk, seeing the warforged with the plate of food, reaches over to take some, but thinks better of it after considering the consequences of stealing the gith's food. She'd put me through more pain than being the "pebble" of an O ritual. Kruk shudders at the thought. "Hey, got any roast lamb and a barrel of ale?...well maybe a pint of ale, just enough to wet the pallet.  Tomorrow we're on the hunt and I've got to be sharp. Save the barrel until I get back." " With that he laughs and then lets out a huge sigh. Fatigue sets in again. Kruk finds a corner of the room, collapses on the floor, resting his back against the wall. "We must put an end to this madness. I for one am looking forward to sinking my axe into the foul spell caster's head. " Looking at the palley, the warlord, the warlock and the rogue, Kruk states "You all fought well. I'm honored to fight at your side."With that, Kruk closes his eyes, too tired to wait for his food, and falls into deep sleep.</blockquote>