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Hunters Needed in the Western Heartlands (IC Thread)

"That will be acceptable, Captain. I don't think any of us are in it for the money..." Albion said after a few moments of thoughtful silence all around.
Under different circumstances, I'd be in it for the money, he added to himself.
"We have four skins as it were. Would you care to discuss strategies with us over dinner tonight? We're buying..."
 

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hippocrachus said:
"That will be acceptable, Captain. I don't think any of us are in it for the money..." Albion said after a few moments of thoughtful silence all around.
Under different circumstances, I'd be in it for the money, he added to himself.
"We have four skins as it were. Would you care to discuss strategies with us over dinner tonight? We're buying..."

The slightest trace of either a smirk, or possibly a thin smile, flashed across the Captain's face at Albion's remark.

"Such goodwill is rare these days, the others that rode in before you fought to get their food and drinks included with the price of the reward. If Luis had not placed the good of the community over his own interests, I wonder if they would have rode out as quickly as they came."

Making a soft clicking sound as she looked down towards her now resting canine, the large dog stretched as it rose and began to walk towards the door.

"I will leave you to your devices, but will pass on the dinner offer for now. Consider yourself having two gold in credit under my name and should you discover a restlessness, feel free to take a walk along the river. The last two people we lost were loggers harvesting ironwood to the east."

With that she turned and walked towards the door.
 

Albion watched her leave, not being able to stop himself from curiously wondering what all of her little micro-mannerisms meant. He narrowed his eyes at her back just before the door to the inn closed in her wake.
I'll keep my eye on that one, he thought to himself with a tinge of cynicism. He didn't survive this long by trusting the supposed "good guys" to be good guys. If he ever felt he was being too judgmental, he always had himself to model after. Expect the unexpected.
"Is anyone feeling restless?" he asked his companions. He didn't feel particularly restless himself, but he wasn't about to let himself become useless.
 

"You don't know the half of it," Shadowleaf rasps as he shoulders past, heading outside the inn to get some "fresh air".
 


Albion rolled his eyes at the albino's departure and nodded at Riley.
"Let's get going then; darkfall isn't too far off." Albion walked outside to join the elven ranger and waited for the others to follow.
 


hero4hire said:
"One moment." Ulrich let out a long burp and then a satisfied sigh. "Alright, now I am ready."

"Excuse you," Riley smiles. He adjusts his blue-tinted glasses and walks out the door. "Where is the river, anyway?"
 

Moving through the town, you easily see the river, as well as the mill it powers, to the east of the town. Walking along its banks you see several smaller trails branching from it, some looking to be footpaths, while others were larger and seemed to be logging trails.

From the look of the sun, you figure there is four more hours of daylight remaining and the forest is yours for the searching.
 


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