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Message: <blockquote data-quote="RavenBlackthorne" data-source="post: 4802488" data-attributes="member: 83060">As his eyes open, and his body wakes, Richard fights through the fog in his mind to clearly evoke the events of last night. Allowing himself to access the subconscious memories that pick up so much more detail, as he had trained, he notes and remembers the behaviours of those who were around him. Grinning at his own performance of the evening, he also recalls the cheeky glint in Geffin’s eye, the way his feet were pointing in opposing directions, his hands open and his left shoulder lent towards the bar.“Ah, my dear halfing friend, I believe you may need help in rising today!”Rising surprising smoothly after his legs last outing, Richard methodically washes and dresses, being careful to keep his mithral shirt beneath his other well-cut, but subtly styled, clothing. Carefully he runs through his posture exercises: feet firmly on the ground in parallel; ankles over feet, finding his centre of balance; knees over ankles, soft and ready for action; hips over knees, connecting his body weight to his legs with a slight movement of his pelvis; shoulders over hips, rolling them back to straighten his spine; and finally ears over shoulders, feeling the blood rush to his brain and his body align.Stepping out into the still dark morning air, he heads to find Geffin. Hoping that Zed will find the adventure compelling enough and sure that the vigilant dragonborn will be ready and there before him, Richard smiles. “A fine group to travel with”Along the way through the town, he finds a stall selling a decent breakfast and buys enough for himself, his companions, the brothers and their workers. And a flask of brandy to help them all lessen the damage of last night.</blockquote>

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