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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Quickleaf" data-source="post: 9624444" data-attributes="member: 20323">GM POST[SPOILER=Map of Termalaine][ATTACH=full]401076[/ATTACH][/SPOILER]Fresh snow makes for easy tracking, as Lumrolur follows the deep shuffling boot prints, finally catching up to the lumbering half-orc. A shadow in the bluish gloom, Lumrolur follows at a safe distance like a shadow on the timber and stone buildings sagging under recent snows.You track the half-orc to a caravan of dog sleds outside a dingy little tavern called "The Blue Clam" perched on the ice-wracked shores of Maer Dualdon. While keeping a safe distance prevents you from eavesdropping, it's clear the half-orc is sharing concerns that a group might be looking for them.The caravan includes two 4-person sleds weighed down with supplies, one 2-person sled with a flag displaying an emblem: a gold wolf's paw on a black field. Grey, white, and brown sled dogs yap and paw anxiously, sensing they're about to disembark. A hard-jawed dwarven woman bundled in furs – this must be Torrga – barks order to five men (including the arriving half-orc), readying the caravan to travel north to Lonelywood.By the looks of things, they'll be ready to go within the hour!You get a quick look at the five men:<ul> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">A lean man with dark hair pulled back in a small ponytail, underdressed for the cold in clothes more suiting a northern sailor, secures straps on the supplies. He looks like he's working off a hangover and is unarmed.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Receiving a tossed waxed linen bundle holding a ham hock from the half-orc, a beady eyed man with light crossbow slung over his shoulder pulls down his scarf to take a hungry bite. He keeps his bolts readied in a tight case at the front of his body for quick access.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">A bearded Reghed tribesman with a scar across his upper cheek secures the harnesses around the sled dogs. The javelins strapped to his back all are tied with straps of fabric to serve as a launching-aid for power and distance.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">The lumbering half-orc is given wide berth by the others, avoiding eye contact. However the half-orc repeatedly glances at the windows of "The Blue Clam" behind which another half-orc man is standing with crossed arms.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">A sharp eyed man with a stocking cap and one green glove on his left hand, takes up watch over the staging grounds for the caravan. He holds a short bow, without any arrow nocked, and surreptitiously looks over his shoulder... yet failing to spot you whatsoever... so far... it's clear he's actively looking for danger...</li> </ul></blockquote>

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