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Message: <blockquote data-quote="97mg" data-source="post: 6701728" data-attributes="member: 6799460">WrenwilFor a man under guard, awaiting questioning, and with a crazed Barossan hunter out there... somewhere, Wrenwil couldn't help but feel sorry for his friend. It was admirable how the little man and his goblin seemed to accept things, take the fate in their stride. It hadn't taken long to feel a sense of trust with this man, despite his failings, and Wrenwil deeply wondered if to say more.~How much can I afford to divulge? Surely there is little harm, yet then again, Jarahdrin explicitly said to be quiet, and given this man is likely to undergo interrogation... I must keep my wits about me.~The old cleric crouched besides his colleague and took a moment to look around. The hill dwarves and the knight were talking, getting on swimmingly in fact. He'd missed out on some of the conversation but trusted Kryslogious to sensitively build their allegiance and respect. After all, the big guy with the sword wasn't someone to openly disagree with.Wren reached forwards, "may I?" carefully selecting a small slice of cheese and delicately placing it atop a thin crust of bread. For a brief moment he imagined being at home, his cosy favorite chair, the fireplace crackling, a dirty novel, and a snack much like this.Once the crunching of his jaw was complete and the snack sent down, Wrenwil nodded."Not bad my friend. I like a man who knows how to cook, and travels prepared with memories of home. This is a long way from Chival, further than a man could dream. I am here for many reasons, some I may speak of and others... it is not safe for me. An old friend convinced me to do something unprecedented with my life, uproot myself, and travel seas and land to visit him. More importantly than actually arriving, I believe he knew, knew that I was aging, becoming a typical, grumpy, unsatisfied, homely wretch. It's been far from enjoyable, but I must say it has given me a taste of life and adventure that might see me do something constructive with my time yet. You see, back home, I was a different man. Taverns, cards, dice, women... the kind you need to pay... prayer for forgiveness for it all, it was a daily rut, a grind I am glad to be rid of. It seems the temptations of flesh and coin are a little harder to come by out here."He finished off with a knowing wink, and moved his gaze around the perimeter of camp, all the way round.[Not sure if this is appropriate, but Wren is doing a spot check to very carefully look for potential threats while the team appears to be busy eating and chatting. Spot = 17]</blockquote>

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