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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Quickleaf" data-source="post: 9042591" data-attributes="member: 20323">GM POST<img src="https://images.fineartamerica.com/images/artworkimages/mediumlarge/1/siberian-husky-lee-ann-shepard.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable fr-fil" data-size="" style="width: 181px" /> <a href="https://images.fineartamerica.com/images/artworkimages/mediumlarge/1/siberian-husky-lee-ann-shepard.jpg" target="_blank">Boy</a> circles around, clearly weary from his long trip home, yet too anxious to slump down near the small fireplace. “Garr-rr mrrhhn whfff <Garret on mountain that blocks wind,>” the grey dog whines, eyes shifting woefully between Arik and Keegan. Finally leaning down to thirstily lick up water that Keegan has set out, Boy vocalizes between lapping, “Shhf. <Stranger.> Hrrmn kyr-kyff snrrr. <Horns and very big hair like snow.>" The dog makes a lonely whine, "Bororor. Harar ruff uur. <Just Boy. Other dogs stuck and hurt.>” Despite his exhaustion, the dog looks to the door intently, then to Arik, “R-rrrhff Garr-rr? <Follow me to Garret?>”<img src="https://db4sgowjqfwig.cloudfront.net/images/5973874/Keegan.png" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable fr-fil" data-size="" style="width: 180px" /> <a href="https://db4sgowjqfwig.cloudfront.net/images/5973874/Keegan.png" target="_blank">Keegan’s</a> hand trembles as he places the kettle of cider on the stove, clearly distraught over the condition of Boy’s return. “Since the axebeak trader started up in Targos, we haven’t been selling as many dogs. Garret, he… ah… he started picking up work as a guide. It was what he always wanted since he left his wealthy family in Neverwinter – trekking across the white blanket of the wilderness.” Fighting back tears, Keegan manages to still his hand long enough to light the whale oil burner under the cider. “He left 3 days ago with a party of 3 adventurers bound for Kelvin’s Cairn…a goliath, a halfling, and a horned sorceress. He only said the adventurers were looking for someone, probably the witch they call Snow White or the Dark Elf Who Watches – aren’t many reasons for sane folk to brave the Cairn.”Nodding out the window toward faint glimpses of a silhouetted mountain to the northeast, Keegan says, “He’d have gone through Caer-Konig - about 24 miles by trail - then another 5 miles across Icewind Pass to the Cairn. About 12 hours by sled altogether. I’d expect him back tonight, but with Boy… a-and… excuse me…” Getting choked up, Keegan covers his face for a moment.[GM][USER=23484]@Kobold Stew[/USER] Corse knows that the route Keegan describes is only an hour or two faster than going through Termalaine and cutting across tundra. Dog sleds move 4 mph on trail, 1 mph across tundra, and 0.5 mph in the mountains.[/GM]</blockquote>

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