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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rish" data-source="post: 1161789" data-attributes="member: 14000">Kirran spends a few days longer in Lalyn's camp than Fleck, but with the gnome's departure he becomes even more aware that he is out of place. Lalyn's ways, while friendly, are too unfamiliar for him to be comfortable, and elvish accents make him keenly conscious of the heavy Mittendeinish accent to his Tradespeak. He takes a day or two to putter around the camp, trying to decide whether or not to stick out the winter, and finally gathers his things and sets out alone (excepting whatever help he needs to traverse the elven lands to the coast) for Mittendein and home.He spends most of his time in Solinburg proper, preferring to stay within city walls for the duration of winter, living by gambling, doing odd-jobs, or lending a hand at a local brewery depending on his mood. Periodically he makes discreet inquiries to acquaintances he made during his last extended stay in the city, requests for the location of certain persons or details of recent events. So it is that during the spring thaw he hears of Fleck's arrival despite leaving camp before the message arrived. On the appointed day, he wanders into the tavern with a hollered greeting for the bartender and a wink of thanks for a nondescript man leaning against the bar.He listens to Fleck speak, and grins at Rolf. "More trouble than it's worth? And you didn't have that to say about hordes of orcs? My friend, your priorities are badly in need of rearranging." He flips his wooden coin, catches it, and displays Felicitas' laughing face to Rolf. "Besides, if we're lucky, there'll be no problem at all." He seems blithely unaware of the double-edged meaning of his words.</blockquote>

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