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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Trollbabe" data-source="post: 3641405" data-attributes="member: 47577">-- Outside the Inn --As Laravier and Narayan approach the caravan with the loaded keg they are met with enthusiasm. Taskmaster Karl directs them where to set it down and a teamster steps forward to tap it. From the inn stumbles a little girl no more then 12 years old. She is carrying a large iron pot that is obviously hot as her hands are wrapped in cloth to avoid burning them.The girl approaches Laravier and Narayan, timid of the half-orc she says in a quite voice: "I brought the stew..." She stares at the ground and adjusts her feet in the dirt to compensate for the weight of the pot.-- Inside the Inn --The halfling looks up from his stein. "Many thanks for your concern... But I could not sadden you with my tale." He pauses and then continues regardless of his previous statement. "She's gone... I begged her not to go but she is too strong willed. What will I ever do without her." He wipes his face with his sleeve while uttering a sniffle. "Do you have children Rowan?"The barkeep returns with carrying a small cage with two chickens cramped inside. He sets it beside the bar looking to the talkative gnome. "Here are your fowl small master. Try not to do anything unnatural with them. Tell your taskmaster that I will bill his lord for these."</blockquote>