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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Quickleaf" data-source="post: 9035859" data-attributes="member: 20323">GM POST [USER=23484]@Kobold Stew[/USER] [USER=15132]@Steve Gorak[/USER] [USER=6803188]@VLAD the Destroyer[/USER]The KennelWith your clothes, scarves, balaclavas, mittens, and boots bundled on, you head out of the Northlook. Silence after snowfall blankets Bryn Shander. Few folks venture onto the streets in the evening chill. Flickering lanterns keep the darkness at bay. At a brisk walk to the southwestern side of the town, and you arrive at the sled dog kennels.<img src="https://storage.prompt-hunt.workers.dev/clgnnm12t0024lb084bpiv4kb_1" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable fr-fil" data-size="" style="width: 193px" />Heavy wood doors are cracked ever so slightly, the flickers of a campfire coming from within the kennel building. Deep carved sleigh runner tracks suggest one sled was just brought in during the light snows. However, a <a href="https://storage.prompt-hunt.workers.dev/clgnnm12t0024lb084bpiv4kb_1" target="_blank">white sled dog</a> rests outside the door, his weary body blocking the doors from being opened wider.Ears perking up at your approach, the yellow-eyed sled dog pants, still cooling off from the day's exertion. A leather and brass collar indicates the dog's name "Comet." Lowering his head and patting the snow with one paw, the dog vocalizes, "Rrrrrr. Rrrrooaw... Awrrrr. Rouuu. Hfff." His tail wags and he looks up at Corse and Aric.Edit: The dog looks dubiously at Logrim's construct "Ludo", and cocks one of his ears.[GM]A Small creature could squeeze through the doors as they are, however a Medium creature will need to get the dog out of the way to enter or find a different way inside.[/GM]</blockquote>

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