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<blockquote data-quote="Xael" data-source="post: 964359" data-attributes="member: 3579">Lugash:It seems that the boys sitting at the front are wagering which one of the men can stay in the &quot;guard position&quot; (you know...) longer, instead of having any religious interests. The men are standing at opposite sides of the altar, and seemingly have trouble keeping themselves from bursting to laugh at the situation, while trying to give (futile) &quot;gambling is bad&quot; glances to the boys. They give a quick glance to you too, but don't do anything. They probably don't approve the boys's betting, and are trying to bore them to death and give up.They're probably just going to stand there for ages.OOC: There's no one praying at the moment. My bad.Beleril, Kurik, Serei:Saevel assures you that he has gotten over the sorrow already, and shows you the approximate place from one of his maps (I'll show you map when all of you have gotten some info). His friend's name was Aravilar. He bids you farevell as you leave. As you step outside of the Bardic college, Myrkskog's owl flies to you, carrying a scroll.Shaff, Tyrog:I quess I can, but we only have an estimate.&quot;, the man says while digging up a map of close area and pointing you rather largish area from northwest of Waterdeep.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Xael, post: 964359, member: 3579"] [B]Lugash:[/B] It seems that the boys sitting at the front are wagering which one of the men can stay in the "guard position" (you know...) longer, instead of having any religious interests. The men are standing at opposite sides of the altar, and seemingly have trouble keeping themselves from bursting to laugh at the situation, while trying to give (futile) "gambling is bad" glances to the boys. They give a quick glance to you too, but don't do anything. They probably don't approve the boys's betting, and are trying to bore them to death and give up. They're probably just going to stand there for ages. OOC: There's no one praying at the moment. My bad. [B]Beleril, Kurik, Serei:[/B] Saevel assures you that he has gotten over the sorrow already, and shows you the approximate place from one of his maps (I'll show you map when all of you have gotten some info). His friend's name was Aravilar. He bids you farevell as you leave. As you step outside of the Bardic college, Myrkskog's owl flies to you, carrying a scroll. [B]Shaff, Tyrog:[/B] [COLOR=sandybrown]I quess I can, but we only have an estimate.[/COLOR]", the man says while digging up a map of close area and pointing you rather largish area from northwest of Waterdeep. [/QUOTE]

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