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<blockquote data-quote="loxmyth" data-source="post: 656289" data-attributes="member: 1255">As the Badger grows darker, Hob makes his rounds, lighting the wall mounted lamps with a tinderbox and match, and finally stokes the fireplace.&nbsp; The room is filled with the red glow of the fire and its heat combines with the weather's, make the place nearly insufferable as a forge.&nbsp; However, the other regulars prefer the light rather than be left in the dark, where shadows could hide a murderer.&nbsp; There was a man in custody, true, but it had become habit for a good many of Arcosia's citizens to stick to the light whenever possible.Yara brings refreshments to all that need it, and as dusk sets in, there is a barely-audible whoosh as an owl flies in through the open door and alights on the Dwarven enchanter's shoulder.Forge can feel the annoyance of his familiar as it settles itself on its usual roost, large unblinking yellow eyes taking in his Master's companions as the head swivelled from side to side.&nbsp; Gears was a creature of the night, and was filled with the grumpiness that came with waking.&nbsp; The owl did not need to talk, yet it communicated with Forge all the same.&nbsp; I am hungry.&nbsp; Bring me food, was the imperious command he heard in his mind.Following a few moments later, slinking from shadow to shadow, and finally to the door of the pub came the lean powerful body of Slash.&nbsp; The wolf was known to Hob and allowed him alone to scratch behind his ears before prowling to Linda's side.&nbsp; The creature's yellowed eyes were fixed on Froud, but it made no move but to protectively stand between Linda and the others.The poet, forgotten by most everyone, sits down to himself and orders some fish and chips and an ale, a look of depression on his face.&nbsp; &quot;Tough crowd,&quot; he grumbles with a dejected sigh.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="loxmyth, post: 656289, member: 1255"] As the Badger grows darker, Hob makes his rounds, lighting the wall mounted lamps with a tinderbox and match, and finally stokes the fireplace. The room is filled with the red glow of the fire and its heat combines with the weather's, make the place nearly insufferable as a forge. However, the other regulars prefer the light rather than be left in the dark, where shadows could hide a murderer. There was a man in custody, true, but it had become habit for a good many of Arcosia's citizens to stick to the light whenever possible. Yara brings refreshments to all that need it, and as dusk sets in, there is a barely-audible [i]whoosh[/i] as an owl flies in through the open door and alights on the Dwarven enchanter's shoulder. Forge can feel the annoyance of his familiar as it settles itself on its usual roost, large unblinking yellow eyes taking in his Master's companions as the head swivelled from side to side. Gears was a creature of the night, and was filled with the grumpiness that came with waking. The owl did not need to talk, yet it communicated with Forge all the same. [i]I am hungry. Bring me food[/i], was the imperious command he heard in his mind. Following a few moments later, slinking from shadow to shadow, and finally to the door of the pub came the lean powerful body of Slash. The wolf was known to Hob and allowed him alone to scratch behind his ears before prowling to Linda's side. The creature's yellowed eyes were fixed on Froud, but it made no move but to protectively stand between Linda and the others. The poet, forgotten by most everyone, sits down to himself and orders some fish and chips and an ale, a look of depression on his face. "Tough crowd," he grumbles with a dejected sigh. [/QUOTE]

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