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<blockquote data-quote="Quickleaf" data-source="post: 9639468" data-attributes="member: 20323">GM POSTThe dockside tavern &quot;The Blue Clam&quot; boasts a long hearth with benches full of weary fisherman hunched over spiced chowder. Plenty of wary gazes scan the windows facing the caravan, punctuated by quiet chuckles of muted mirth. The half-orc staring out the window with folded tattooed arms has a surly expression and two unskinned hares hang from his belt. It's easy enough for Lumrolur to find a spot out of the way to slip from view.Lumrolur – disguised as the tattooed half-orc, only one foot shorter – makes the outburst from the open tavern door.Torrga, the dwarf caravan master, hisses at the fur-wearing half-orc guard, &quot;Darn Braig, get the fool brother of yours in order or I'll have Sephek sort it out!&quot;The archer with the green glove comes alongside the fur-wearing half-orc guard, &quot;Your brother seem odd to you, Darn?&quot;Squinting hard, the half-orc Darn Braig grunts, &quot;Vernon looked too short. And he never cared to help before... I'll go check.&quot; Finishing securing his pack to a sled, the half-orc trundles over to enter The Blue Clam.&quot;Check the supplies, you lot, make sure nothing is missing,&quot; barks the hard-faced Torrga Icevein, surreptitiously checking her own belt pouch and supplies. The crossbowman and archer begrudgingly check the supplies, while the bearded Reghed man returns to readying the dogs which whine sensing something is off. The man in sailors clothes, however, begins scanning the surrounding streets and buildings slowly as if expecting trouble.No sooner than Darn Braig trundles into The Blue Clam, the tattooed half-orc takes up a place standing at a heavy table to begin skinning the hares. The tattooed orc speaks first, &quot;You've a lot of nerve coming back here, brother. Gulthrak vrest...&quot; The conversation switches into Orcish, clearly becoming heated.Darn Braig scans the tavern suspicious that something is amiss, but caught up in the argument with his brother fails to spot Lumrolur slip into the dark storeroom.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Quickleaf, post: 9639468, member: 20323"] GM POST The dockside tavern "The Blue Clam" boasts a long hearth with benches full of weary fisherman hunched over spiced chowder. Plenty of wary gazes scan the windows facing the caravan, punctuated by quiet chuckles of muted mirth. The half-orc staring out the window with folded tattooed arms has a surly expression and two unskinned hares hang from his belt. It's easy enough for Lumrolur to find a spot out of the way to slip from view. Lumrolur – disguised as the tattooed half-orc, only one foot shorter – makes the outburst from the open tavern door. Torrga, the dwarf caravan master, hisses at the fur-wearing half-orc guard, [B]"Darn Braig, get the fool brother of yours in order or I'll have Sephek sort it out!"[/B] The archer with the green glove comes alongside the fur-wearing half-orc guard, [B]"Your brother seem odd to you, Darn?"[/B] Squinting hard, the half-orc Darn Braig grunts, [B]"Vernon looked too short. And he never cared to help before... I'll go check." [/B]Finishing securing his pack to a sled, the half-orc trundles over to enter The Blue Clam. [B]"Check the supplies, you lot, make sure nothing is missing,"[/B] barks the hard-faced Torrga Icevein, surreptitiously checking her own belt pouch and supplies. The crossbowman and archer begrudgingly check the supplies, while the bearded Reghed man returns to readying the dogs which whine sensing something is off. The man in sailors clothes, however, begins scanning the surrounding streets and buildings slowly as if expecting trouble. No sooner than Darn Braig trundles into The Blue Clam, the tattooed half-orc takes up a place standing at a heavy table to begin skinning the hares. The tattooed orc speaks first, [B]"You've a lot of nerve coming back here, brother. Gulthrak vrest..." [/B]The conversation switches into Orcish, clearly becoming heated. Darn Braig scans the tavern suspicious that something is amiss, but caught up in the argument with his brother fails to spot Lumrolur slip into the dark storeroom. [/QUOTE]

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