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<blockquote data-quote="Lazlow" data-source="post: 1805895" data-attributes="member: 24242">Staring intently into the fire, the halfling is startled when the towering wild man next to him stands and speaks.&nbsp; He is even more startled as he realizes, apparently for the first time, that this man's &quot;companion&quot; is a wild animal.What have I gotten myself into? he thinks.He keeps a wary eye on the wolf as another human stands and introduces himself.&nbsp; He listens to this young man's noble pledge of support and pious statement of faith, and cynically begins to roll his eyes at the niavete - but stops short when he sees the man.&nbsp; Haggard and gaunt, this man is still somewhat young.&nbsp; What horrors could do this?&nbsp; The halfling's cynicism, which by now is simply a reflexive response, gives way to sorrow, and he does not know why.Well...&nbsp; Let's hope you don't regret that pledge too soon.He watches the strange young man sink back into his chair, then stands, pulling back his hood to reveal straight, dark hair framing a delicately featured face.&nbsp; The broad, friendly smile hides the worry etched around this halflings brown eyes, but just barely.&quot;Ahem, yes.&nbsp; Well, since introductions seem to be in order, please...&nbsp; Call me Swipe.&quot;&nbsp; He bows gracefully to the group, a bow that has obviously come from much practice, and pulls back his well-made but weatherbeaten cloak with a flourish.&nbsp; He nods at each member of the group in turn.&nbsp; &quot;Pleased to meet you.&nbsp; All of you...&quot;&nbsp; His voice trails off for a moment as he stares back into the fire.&nbsp; A quick chill overtakes him and he shivers out of his reverie, running a hand through his hair which promptly falls back exactly the way it was.&nbsp; He then pulls up his hood and bundles himself back into his cloak, slips back into the shadow of the large druid and is silent.========================================OOC:&nbsp; These are thoughts, and these are spoken words.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Lazlow, post: 1805895, member: 24242"] Staring intently into the fire, the halfling is startled when the towering wild man next to him stands and speaks. He is even more startled as he realizes, apparently for the first time, that this man's "companion" is a wild animal. [COLOR=Plum][I]What have I gotten myself into?[/I][/COLOR] he thinks. He keeps a wary eye on the wolf as another human stands and introduces himself. He listens to this young man's noble pledge of support and pious statement of faith, and cynically begins to roll his eyes at the niavete - but stops short when he sees the man. Haggard and gaunt, this man is still somewhat young. What horrors could do this? The halfling's cynicism, which by now is simply a reflexive response, gives way to sorrow, and he does not know why. [COLOR=Plum][I]Well... Let's hope you don't regret that pledge too soon.[/I][/COLOR] He watches the strange young man sink back into his chair, then stands, pulling back his hood to reveal straight, dark hair framing a delicately featured face. The broad, friendly smile hides the worry etched around this halflings brown eyes, but just barely. [COLOR=DarkOrchid]"Ahem, yes. Well, since introductions seem to be in order, please... Call me Swipe."[/COLOR] He bows gracefully to the group, a bow that has obviously come from much practice, and pulls back his well-made but weatherbeaten cloak with a flourish. He nods at each member of the group in turn. [COLOR=DarkOrchid]"Pleased to meet you. All of you..." [/COLOR] His voice trails off for a moment as he stares back into the fire. A quick chill overtakes him and he shivers out of his reverie, running a hand through his hair which promptly falls back exactly the way it was. He then pulls up his hood and bundles himself back into his cloak, slips back into the shadow of the large druid and is silent. ======================================== OOC: [COLOR=Plum][I]These[/I][/COLOR] are thoughts, and [COLOR=DarkOrchid]these[/COLOR] are spoken words. [/QUOTE]

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