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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kobold Stew" data-source="post: 6681927" data-attributes="member: 23484">Carradoc has been walking for days, and truth be told he doesn't like walking. But it's what the Lieutenant beside him seems to prefer, and the Lieutenant beside him has set the pace for these things for a while now. Carradoc doesn't mind. The Lieutenant is armed and armoured, and at a casual glance Carradoc in the day like this looks no more than a porter. Safe. In the dark, of course, he'd shimmer a bit with the Mage Armor he casts on himself every morning; but outdoors like this it wouldn't normally be noticeable.Here, he is an unarmed half elf in a cloak, carrying a pack. The jade lines on his cheekbone are possibly make-up, or perhaps a tattoo. They match the pendant around his neck, a simple piece of jade in a tin clasp. It's more prominent than the silver badge of the Guild that he's earned, which he uses as a cloak clasp.  Ahead is a clearing, with the mangled bodies of fallen vulture riders on the ground, and scavengers, vultures themselves, picking over the corpses. At first he assumes they are human or orc, but they appear to be elven. It looked at first like there were three of them, but he can only see one just now. Carradoc, holds out his hands, and stops. They're far enough away (70 feet or so) that he doesn't think hiding would be effective. The elf with the longsword looks like he's about to dash behind the large boulder, but stops, and lowers his blade. "That a friend of yours, Lieutenant?" Carradoc asks."Hello? Do we pass in peace, or leave each other in pieces?"</blockquote>

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