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Message: <blockquote data-quote="frostrune" data-source="post: 4707227" data-attributes="member: 12272">Jokad was in high spirits again by the time they reached the familiar farmstead.  His aching wounds and weay limbs seemed instantly refreshed at the smell of a home cooked meal.  Jokad ate like a ravenous wolf, embarassingly so at times.  Everything seemed good and new to him.  He was especially enamored of Farmer Woldrak's cheese.  He and the elder Woldrak stayed up long into the night eating cheese and drinking his homebrewed moonshine.  An odd sight really, the savage warrior and simple farmer both staring silently into the embers of the dying fire soundlessly sampling cheese and passing a jug of violently strong brew.  Both relishing the simple pleasures of the moment in their own way.The morning would come soon enough however and Jokad's simple mirth was replaced with a more serious mein.  You could tell your stout friend dreaded a return to that awful house but his sense of duty was far more powerful than fear."We should finish what we started at the manor house.  That foul blot of evil should not be allowed to fester so near to goodly folks."OOC:  Jokad is at 31/48 hps unless we recover some for the night's rest.</blockquote>