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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 1896831" data-attributes="member: 13681">The old rogue nods at Raven's suggestion and leans back in his chair to speak quietly into the ranger's ear. "Agreed. We need to talk to Nurthk. Thanks for the drink."For good or ill, this man has bound himself to us. Oliver eyes Kester through a cloud of Aerda's curling pipesmoke. He coughs, eyes tearing and blows his nose. Glad he's not coming. I need the rest. As the group files out of the room Oliver shoots a relieved glance at Raven. He bustles into the tavern and stoops a moment in a cough, taking advantage of the opportunity to take stock of his various weapons and pouches. He shrugs his shoulders, wincing as they creak and protest. Tatlock bounces forward, youthful exuberance and expectation.He considers the young man at Shavah's words. Farmboy... bet he knows his way around animals. This could work out nicely. For me. He looks up and glowers at Tatlock, "Aren't your parents missing you, boy?"</blockquote>