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Message: <blockquote data-quote="dpdx" data-source="post: 1378207" data-attributes="member: 188">[Hmm. Tricky. Okay, let's see if I can make this fit. I'm going to drive that scene from Fendric's side of it, GP, so I hope you don't mind if I borrow Yattro. I got 16 on my INT check, so I'm taking that as license to recognize Manderock.]With those of elven blood, even in half-measures, sensory information comes all at once, and in copious amounts. Often, as it is too much to process at the moment, the subject files some of it away for later, maybe even for trance, where he has time to learn from it in detail.As Fendric came in, he saw a man pleading on bended knee to Father Yattro, muttering about Hedrogura. 'Must... NOT... Go There!' As Yattro comforted the man as best he could, Fendric held up the last of his incense from the halfling village, and pointed at the rations, which Yattro had conveniently arranged on a table. Yattro, taking his eyes off the man for a microsecond, managed to wrest a hand free and hold up four fingers. Fendric immediately understood that to mean, 'the incense will get you four packets of rations - deal?', and as he did not want to disturb Yattro's ministrations, indicated his consent by leaving the incense on the table, taking the agreed-upon amount of rations, and walking back outside.Which is why it doesn't hit Fendric until just now. And now that it has, he can't keep his mind off it. And he certainly can't leave, yet."A second, if you will. If you'll permit me to delay us for just a minute more, I must see to something back in Yattro's room. Begging your pardon. We still have to decide if it's over the pass to Eivanrach, or back the way we came, after Father Premule. Be thinking about your decision on that - I shan't be much longer."Not daring to disturb his pack after it had met with Raven's approval, Fendric marches back into Yattro's.He enters the room to find it much the way he left it. Yattro, the incense on the table where the rations used to be, and the old man, sobbing and on his knees. He catches a glimpse of the old man's face, and he nearly breaks out in tears of happiness. (I DO know this man.) In his excitement, he shouts the rather impolite name the acolytes had for him, back in the day:"Manderock the Merciless?? Pelor stun me with a leaden brick! I don't believe it! Come, gather your things - we travel to Eivanrach, and I MUST hear of home!"</blockquote>

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