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<blockquote data-quote="Boddynock" data-source="post: 3780803" data-attributes="member: 21506">[sblock=OOC]It seems that every time I set aside some time to update this thread, something else comes up. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f641.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":(" title="Frown&nbsp; &nbsp; :("&nbsp; data-smilie="3"data-shortname=":(" /> This post is just to say, &quot;Fear not! Do not give up hope! Excitement is just around the corner ... well, down the road a bit.&quot; <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f631.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":o" title="Eek!&nbsp; &nbsp; :o"&nbsp; data-smilie="9"data-shortname=":o" />[/sblock]Allistra makes no comment as Taelythenihel and Ossa return from the woods. She looks with compassion, and a faint unease, at the ever-silent companion. But she says nothing to anyone, just eats her meal and then rounds up the group to get underway.By mid afternoon they are well and truly into forest. The road has become a dirt track which winds its way past clumps of stunted trees, overshadowed and dwarfed by tall, spreading oaks wearing a kirtle of fresh spring green.The riders make their way with ease but those in the wagons have to duck low-hanging branches. On one occasion Valdaris, in Milak’s wagon which today is in the lead, has to duck and scramble backwards and to the side to evade a spiny encounter with a too close holly tree. When he remonstrates with the driver, the dwarf just chuckles and replies, “He, he. What's th' matter? Skin nae thick enaw, laddie?”</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Boddynock, post: 3780803, member: 21506"] [sblock=OOC]It seems that every time I set aside some time to update this thread, something else comes up. :( This post is just to say, "Fear not! Do not give up hope! Excitement is just around the corner ... well, down the road a bit." :o[/sblock]Allistra makes no comment as Taelythenihel and Ossa return from the woods. She looks with compassion, and a faint unease, at the ever-silent companion. But she says nothing to anyone, just eats her meal and then rounds up the group to get underway. By mid afternoon they are well and truly into forest. The road has become a dirt track which winds its way past clumps of stunted trees, overshadowed and dwarfed by tall, spreading oaks wearing a kirtle of fresh spring green. The riders make their way with ease but those in the wagons have to duck low-hanging branches. On one occasion Valdaris, in Milak’s wagon which today is in the lead, has to duck and scramble backwards and to the side to evade a spiny encounter with a too close holly tree. When he remonstrates with the driver, the dwarf just chuckles and replies, [color=brown]“He, he. What's th' matter? Skin nae thick enaw, laddie?”[/color] [/QUOTE]

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