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<blockquote data-quote="Quickleaf" data-source="post: 9038306" data-attributes="member: 20323">GM POST [USER=15132]@Steve Gorak[/USER] [USER=23484]@Kobold Stew[/USER] [USER=6803188]@VLAD the Destroyer[/USER] [USER=7041633]@domminniti[/USER]The KennelThe wolfhound whom Russet offers the ration to looks dubiously up at Russet. Her chin is resting on the ground, weary from the day, but her hackles raise as the harengon leans down. She sniffs tentatively at the rations, feigning disinterest, big eyes going back up to Russet's face with a bit of confusion. After a moment longer, she relents, sniffing more at the&nbsp; hardtack and taking a dainty nibble. She allows Russet to pet her grey, black, and white fur, surprisingly soft to the touch for a terrifying pack hunter.At the mention of Torrga, the sled dog whines, her &quot;voice&quot; muffled by eating, &quot;Tuur...Mnnrrrr...ff... &lt;Torrga bad to dogs.&gt;&quot;<img src="https://i.pinimg.com/474x/55/34/56/5534561bc5cc75b6b05c79584e0a38f0.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable fr-fil" data-size="" style="width: 230px" /><a href="https://i.pinimg.com/474x/55/34/56/5534561bc5cc75b6b05c79584e0a38f0.jpg" target="_blank">Eve Breengren</a> sucks in her cheek in the way someone does when they're holding back from saying all the things on their mind about someone they find distasteful. &quot;That dwarf has her own sleds, so she's got little use for me. I won't sell dogs to her, that's for sure, not after she tried to hawk that fake medicine to my boy.&quot; She shrugs her shoulders with indifference that's a little too practiced, as if she'd rather divert attention from herself with a vague gesture about 'most folks.' Like you, Eve may have a past she'd rather leave in the past. &quot;Most folk in Icewind Dale are rough sorts. Fortune seekers, trappers, runaways. I don't get in their way, so they don't get in mine.&quot;The 12-year-old boy ruffles Comet's ears, the two seeming to have a close bond. However, between Russet and the mechanical &quot;Ludo&quot;, his attention is a bit distracted – these are some of the strangest things he's seen! &quot;It's a self-spanner,&quot; he gestures to the long lever on the bottom. &quot;It was my da's. I'm still practicing,&quot; he shrugs, though it's clear he lacks confidence and even the way he handles the light crossbow suggests a lack of proficiency. &quot;I told you, ma, I wasn't going to buy the dwarf's syrup...&quot; He begins in a whining tone, but is silenced by a stern look from Eve.[GM]Corse keeping watch on the kennels, she doesn't notice any unusual comings or goings.[/GM]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Quickleaf, post: 9038306, member: 20323"] GM POST [USER=15132]@Steve Gorak[/USER] [USER=23484]@Kobold Stew[/USER] [USER=6803188]@VLAD the Destroyer[/USER] [USER=7041633]@domminniti[/USER] [SIZE=5]The Kennel[/SIZE] The wolfhound whom Russet offers the ration to looks dubiously up at Russet. Her chin is resting on the ground, weary from the day, but her hackles raise as the harengon leans down. She sniffs tentatively at the rations, feigning disinterest, big eyes going back up to Russet's face with a bit of confusion. After a moment longer, she relents, sniffing more at the hardtack and taking a dainty nibble. She allows Russet to pet her grey, black, and white fur, surprisingly soft to the touch for a terrifying pack hunter. At the mention of Torrga, the sled dog whines, her "voice" muffled by eating, [B]"Tuur...Mnnrrrr...ff... [I]<Torrga bad to dogs.>"[/I][/B] [IMG align="left" width="230px"]https://i.pinimg.com/474x/55/34/56/5534561bc5cc75b6b05c79584e0a38f0.jpg[/IMG][URL='https://i.pinimg.com/474x/55/34/56/5534561bc5cc75b6b05c79584e0a38f0.jpg']Eve Breengren[/URL] sucks in her cheek in the way someone does when they're holding back from saying all the things on their mind about someone they find distasteful. [B]"That dwarf has her own sleds, so she's got little use for me. I won't sell dogs to her, that's for sure, not after she tried to hawk that fake medicine to my boy." [/B]She shrugs her shoulders with indifference that's a little too practiced, as if she'd rather divert attention from herself with a vague gesture about 'most folks.' Like you, Eve may have a past she'd rather leave in the past. [B]"Most folk in Icewind Dale are rough sorts. Fortune seekers, trappers, runaways. I don't get in their way, so they don't get in mine."[/B] The 12-year-old boy ruffles Comet's ears, the two seeming to have a close bond. However, between Russet and the mechanical "Ludo", his attention is a bit distracted – these are some of the strangest things he's seen! [B]"It's a self-spanner," [/B]he gestures to the long lever on the bottom. [B]"It was my da's. I'm still practicing," [/B]he shrugs, though it's clear he lacks confidence and even the way he handles the light crossbow suggests a lack of proficiency. [B]"I told you, ma, I wasn't going to buy the dwarf's syrup..." [/B]He begins in a whining tone, but is silenced by a stern look from Eve. [GM]Corse keeping watch on the kennels, she doesn't notice any unusual comings or goings.[/GM] [/QUOTE]

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