Arcane Might Part 1: The Search for Home (Still running)

Lugash

Lugash extends his palm out with one hand, rubbing his impressive paunch with the other. "I couldn't eat another bite, thank you though."

From the looks of it, Lugash's camping 'kit' consists of a spear and a crossbow. Pointing at his meager supplies, Lugash says, "Growing up in the caverns made me learn to love sleeping on rocks. My dwarven frame is accustomed to it."
 

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"Suit yourself"

Armel tears the loaf in half and hands Tyrog half of it and butters his half and begins to eat as he waits for the others to return.
 

Lugash

"Say, Armel, I thought these others were all prepared," Lugash says, "I hope I'm not getting involved with a bunch of ... of... apprentices."
 

Myrkskog finishes buying supplies (not just pie..I guess he can eat some boring old jerky and trail nuts as well...sigh)
 

"I supposed they were all prepared too... I know i was, but i figured i would be nice and i got some of that delicious bread for the rest of the party too. I sure hope that they arent apprentices, this will serve to be much more difficult that way. But we got Tyrog, and hes a bad mama jama." Armel looks back at Tyrog and smiles.

Tyrog blushes and begins chuckling.
 


Myrkskog snickers at the way the henchman keeps blushing at Armel.It was disconcting seeing massive strapping death machines blush shyly.

Winking at Kavernus, the elf holds back a chuckle and says 'That sure is one dedicated Cohort you have there, Armel.' Then, he absentmindedly scratches his Owl's neck, waiting for the others to arrive from shopping.
 

OOC: im guessing that was a compliment?

IC: "why thank you my good man, Tyrog is a good friend of mine. We are mutually indebted to each other."
 



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