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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ragboy" data-source="post: 2752270" data-attributes="member: 4151">Arnvahr's ice rimed beard split into a great bellowing laugh. "Of course we have a plan, my metal-panted friend!" He hefted his battle axe in one hand, saying, "We hit them with these sharp things," then hefted his bright metal shield, "and try to stop their sharp things with these." His face took on a mock seriousness. "You took my gold, so I assume you've done this before?" With that, the great bear called to his brothers and they set into a steady lope to the northwest, angling slightly away from the direction he'd indicated the Blood Ravens were holed up. With a jingle of harness, Arnvahr's brother, Arnvid arrived with his men. He was a short man with a dark close-cropped beard and shoulder length hair. He looked much less comfortable with his surroundings than his brother. His pinched face took the three of you in and a faint sneer played across his features. "Can these two savages keep up?" he called to Arturio. "My fool of a brother seems to think that southern lapdogs will win him a northern crown."His men guffawed, wheeling their horses to take the lead toward the Raven's vale, while Arnvid's eyes lingered on the half exposed urn behind you.</blockquote>