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<blockquote data-quote="Cor Azer" data-source="post: 5629772" data-attributes="member: 870">Paaq scratches at the stirrings of his beard, stirrings that have yet to ever form a full beard, and looks quizzically at the map. &quot;I guess... I guess up is north? I'm not too familiar with directions outside Chalice. I know Stonebridge is... &quot; Paaq waves his hand in a vague, that-a-way direction, &quot;out there.&quot;Remembering the dwarf, Paaq furrows his brow. &quot;Anybody know what the dwarves do to honor their dead? I mean, this guy was obviously doing something from his people, he should get more than just a burial.&quot; Not for the last time, Paaq sighed. &quot;I shoulda brought some beer with me. I coulda given him a toast.&quot;The baker's son plops down unceremoniously on a less-than-completely hard patch of ground not far from the firepit. His pack is sloughed lazily beside him. &quot;I'll take last watch, then, if nobody minds. Maybe I'll try to fry up the last bit of bacon to break our fast before we get going. Unless,&quot; Paaq looks around to catch everyone's response, &quot;Unless anyone here isn't a bacon fan? I make a mean fried tater too...&quot; Paaq chuckles, &quot;No seriously, it's pretty bad. It'd be mean to serve it to any of you.&quot;He twines his fingers and rests his head upon his linked palms, and settles back into his claimed nook. &quot;Night all. Onwards adventure!&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Cor Azer, post: 5629772, member: 870"] Paaq scratches at the stirrings of his beard, stirrings that have yet to ever form a full beard, and looks quizzically at the map. "I guess... I guess up is north? I'm not too familiar with directions outside Chalice. I know Stonebridge is... " Paaq waves his hand in a vague, that-a-way direction, "out there." Remembering the dwarf, Paaq furrows his brow. "Anybody know what the dwarves do to honor their dead? I mean, this guy was obviously doing something from his people, he should get more than just a burial." Not for the last time, Paaq sighed. "I shoulda brought some beer with me. I coulda given him a toast." The baker's son plops down unceremoniously on a less-than-completely hard patch of ground not far from the firepit. His pack is sloughed lazily beside him. "I'll take last watch, then, if nobody minds. Maybe I'll try to fry up the last bit of bacon to break our fast before we get going. Unless," Paaq looks around to catch everyone's response, "Unless anyone here isn't a bacon fan? I make a mean fried tater too..." Paaq chuckles, "No seriously, it's pretty bad. It'd be mean to serve it to any of you." He twines his fingers and rests his head upon his linked palms, and settles back into his claimed nook. "Night all. Onwards adventure!" [/QUOTE]

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