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<blockquote data-quote="97mg" data-source="post: 6692741" data-attributes="member: 6799460">WrenwilHaving agreed to share his bedroll and half the nights watch, the old cleric savored a moment a peace. His dusk prayers had gone a little longer than usual, now more than ever before he felt the need to thank his god, for protection, for the arrival of the night, and for every obstacle they'd narrowly avoided. He acknowledged the irony in play, that to come closer to Pentos had required him to travel miles, to unsafe lands and world away from home.He quietly watched as Ordechai got his hogs under control and went about making camp. He listened to the knight, rubbing shoulders with the dwarves, ~smart move my friend.~ With mood now calming and his tired legs at rest, Wrenwil took ink to parchment and scribed his needs for the following day. It was impossible to foretell what might lie ahead, all he could do was guess, stretch the imagination a little. He popped the note into his pocket and rummaged in the pack a little. ~Mmmmm.~ His cloth bound novel, a dirty and witty piece of Chivalran comedy, something which might go down nicely with the ales that Kryslogious was so clearly describing. Once Was a Fine Maiden, or... or... No. His fingers moved to the Tome and it's sheets of tin. ~Not tonight my maiden, tonight it shall be a true story.~ He was curious about this &quot;translation,&quot; and flipped a page to set about his work.[Wrenwil will memerise spells for the next day if acceptable, and then commence an attempt at translating the first few pages.]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="97mg, post: 6692741, member: 6799460"] [b]Wrenwil[/b] Having agreed to share his bedroll and half the nights watch, the old cleric savored a moment a peace. His dusk prayers had gone a little longer than usual, now more than ever before he felt the need to thank his god, for protection, for the arrival of the night, and for every obstacle they'd narrowly avoided. He acknowledged the irony in play, that to come closer to Pentos had required him to travel miles, to unsafe lands and world away from home. He quietly watched as Ordechai got his hogs under control and went about making camp. He listened to the knight, rubbing shoulders with the dwarves, [COLOR=#B22222]~smart move my friend.~[/COLOR] With mood now calming and his tired legs at rest, Wrenwil took ink to parchment and scribed his needs for the following day. It was impossible to foretell what might lie ahead, all he could do was guess, stretch the imagination a little. He popped the note into his pocket and rummaged in the pack a little. [COLOR=#B22222]~Mmmmm.~[/COLOR] His cloth bound novel, a dirty and witty piece of Chivalran comedy, something which might go down nicely with the ales that Kryslogious was so clearly describing. [I]Once Was a Fine Maiden[/I], or... or... No. His fingers moved to the Tome and it's sheets of tin. [COLOR=#B22222]~Not tonight my maiden, tonight it shall be a true story.~[/COLOR] He was curious about this "translation," and flipped a page to set about his work. [B][COLOR=#000000][Wrenwil will memerise spells for the next day if acceptable, and then commence an attempt at translating the first few pages.][/COLOR][/B] [/QUOTE]

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