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Message: <blockquote data-quote="dpdx" data-source="post: 1919087" data-attributes="member: 188">Hiritus turns to Fendric, whispering very softly, so as not to be heard by passing patrols:"Brother Fendric, I'm sorry, but I have to help these people. I can catch up with you after this is taken care of, if the rest of you want to move on...""Of course not. I will help, as well.""Thank you."Fendric turns to the rest of the group assembled:"Quietly now, who else wishes to assist these townsfolk? Hiritus and I are bound here, but there is no reason the rest of you should be required to join us in this assistance."Fendric then returns his attention to the farmer."Introductions are in order, since it appears that at least some of us will help you. I am Brother Fendric, of Pelor. This is Sir Hiritus, also of Pelor. These you see here are our companions: Aerda, Niccolo, Shavah, Nurthk, Oliver, and Tatlock. Raven is one of us, as well, and he should be returning shortly. Are we sufficiently undetectable here, or is there a safer place to keep our horses to avoid detection while we speak to each other?"</blockquote>