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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jasamcarl" data-source="post: 1063070" data-attributes="member: 1251">The morning's light creeps through the wooden, planked walls of buildings as the Fists stand next to the wagon team and restless Saladin, ready to depart. Little activity has arisen in the town in this early hour, and only the movement of small patrols of guards can be seen in the market square. The Lady Ebonblade sits atop her own light warhorse, covered in her black cloak, a devious smile perpetually on her face.The Sheriff, fully armored, hands a parchment to Tarowyn, "This should get you through the hills; a good descicion by the lot of you, as Aporos scouts are rarely seen that far north. But don't expect the three day journey to be easy; while there are few of the short, swarthy southerners, giant-kin are rife through the higher terrain along with wolves and every other manner of savage beast. Yet you can be sure that I am still regretful of my inability to see the Pass' magical mistress wed." He turns to Whitney and gives a deep bow, "My Lady."He then stands back to allow the party to depart.ooc: I'm back!!! Role call time...</blockquote>