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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Land Outcast" data-source="post: 2976037" data-attributes="member: 29160">Hum... then let's see what they think of each other, remember the "Feel free to flesh out the details here at the OOC thread"?Zhalan - When Zhalan arrived at the Red Dragon Inn, carrying an unconscious body, a small chaos ensued, ending up with Zhalan being housed at the local healer's (Danya's) as well as Sion, who was in dire need of help. (Hadn't expected for the next settlement to be two weeks away from the last)Kragor - After that night cut by nefarious dreams, Kragor couldn't manage to catch sleep again -actually proved to be favorable, moving him faster... the cold season should be ending, but it seems to be midwinter here- as he collapsed at the tavern's treshold, he was taken to the healer's (Danya's). When he starts waking up he can see another figure in a matress beside him, and a young man sittiong on a stool (Zhalan).[sblock=Shoon and Kragor]The room is lighted by a great stone fireplace which bathes the five beds on the room with a warm glow. The walls are made of dark wood, and a pair of doors exit the place at opposed ends.Shoon: After accompanying Sion to this woman's house -which you noticed to be one of the largest houses in town, almost the size of an inn, you've been waiting besides her bed for her to regain consciousness. The healer presented herself as Danya, Sister of the Flame, and exchanged a pair of words with you.First of all she commented on the stupidity -or bravery- of tackling a two-week journey in winter, then she offered offer you to stay at her home, you could "pay" for Sion's hosting and your own's if you agreed to provide help on some problems to be explained later. She's allowed you to guard over Sion's rest this night.On the following bed lies another person, a olive-skinned man with a bundle at his feet, presumably armor for the shape of the sack -the large quiver holding javelins would make one think that presuming an armor to be in the sack is not unreasonable-. The rustic pillow below his head is wet, it seems this man had a bad time in the outside.Kragor: You feel your skin... you barely feel it, you are almost completly frost... slowly you open your eyes, they hurt. On the roof dance the lights of what you presume to be a great firplace. Your feet, your legs, your arms, your neck, all numb but surprisingly painless. You sit to appreciate the place where you are and see a lean man staring at you with his greenish blue eyes, sitting at the bed besides yours.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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