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Message: <blockquote data-quote="dpdx" data-source="post: 2275241" data-attributes="member: 188">Rurik returns his cousin's grin with a sense of relief and homecoming."Aye, that was true. Caught no small measure of the fire for it, too, afterwards from Mum, for leaving the Journal un-annotated. I -finally- caught up about a week ago, and after that, it was fortune indeed that my next job was much closer to the clan lands, praise Chennet'. I may even make it back in time for Orren's ordainment ceremony if we don't diddle around... love that kid. Even with the withered shield arm, he's as good with axe as any of the others, and better than most...*Anyway, word is one of the supplier mines out this way has been overrun, living dead, and is no longer producing. There's a small mob of us took a commission to see if we could set it right.  The rest are making camp and grabbing a few last provisions.So why don't you close up early and help me find some proper ale in this hamlet, Brannam Axebender? You can tell me what you know about the mine, and I can catch you up on what I know from home, and ply you with what's left of Mom's..."*Orren's my future adventure hook, for when I go behind the curtain...</blockquote>