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<blockquote data-quote="Destan" data-source="post: 1223688" data-attributes="member: 12157">Judging from Jakobi's expression of contempt and boredom, he finds nothing of note in Lellard's rucksack - no remaining provisons, no wealth, no orders, nothing.&nbsp; However, just as Jakobi is finishing his rummaging , Lellard sits bolt upright (Failed Sleight of Hand [+3]).The Argos guardsman takes a moment to glance about in the oncoming darkness before his eyes - narrowed now - fixate on Jakobi.&nbsp; &quot;I was told I was headin' into this piss-hole wit a bunch of thieves...seems me friends were tellin' it true.&quot;&nbsp; He glowers.&nbsp; &quot;So, didna find nuttin, did ye?&nbsp; 'Course not.&quot;Lellard stands and brushes thistles from his leggings.&nbsp; The rest of you watch with mixed emotions - wariness, contempt, frustration, annoyance.&nbsp; A few of you even have the compunction to appear a bit guilty.Lellard clears his throat.&nbsp; &quot;They ain't crossing north o' here cuz that damned river flows all the way to the tip o' the bay, right?&quot;&nbsp; At your collective nod, he continues.&nbsp; &quot;So them Rhemmies are gonna cut through this spot, or they gonna cut through them Mudders to the south.&nbsp; Even if they do the Mudders, I doubt they'll head too far into 'em before swinging west.&nbsp; If we sit here, we should be good.&nbsp; Yes, yes?&quot;He takes his seat once more, fluffs his pack, and uses it as a pillow as he leans back. &quot;I may not like the swamp much, you buggers, but I know me way about a battlefield.&nbsp; Them Rhemmies...they be coming soon - mark me.&nbsp; Mark me well.&nbsp; And then we'll see who's a man and who ain't.&quot;Note: Tried to attach an updated map depicting your route, but the boards are angry tonight.&nbsp; Will try again later this weekend.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Destan, post: 1223688, member: 12157"] [COLOR=cyan][/color] Judging from Jakobi's expression of contempt and boredom, he finds nothing of note in Lellard's rucksack - no remaining provisons, no wealth, no orders, nothing. However, just as Jakobi is finishing his rummaging , Lellard sits bolt upright [color=magenta]([i][b]Failed[/b] Sleight of Hand [+3][/i])[/color]. The Argos guardsman takes a moment to glance about in the oncoming darkness before his eyes - narrowed now - fixate on Jakobi. "I was told I was headin' into this piss-hole wit a bunch of thieves...seems me friends were tellin' it true." He glowers. "So, didna find nuttin, did ye? 'Course not." Lellard stands and brushes thistles from his leggings. The rest of you watch with mixed emotions - wariness, contempt, frustration, annoyance. A few of you even have the compunction to appear a bit guilty. Lellard clears his throat. "They ain't crossing north o' here cuz that damned river flows all the way to the tip o' the bay, right?" At your collective nod, he continues. "So them Rhemmies are gonna cut through this spot, or they gonna cut through them Mudders to the south. Even if they do the Mudders, I doubt they'll head too far into 'em before swinging west. If we sit here, we should be good. Yes, yes?" He takes his seat once more, fluffs his pack, and uses it as a pillow as he leans back. "I may not like the swamp much, you buggers, but I know me way about a battlefield. Them Rhemmies...they be coming soon - mark me. Mark me well. And [i]then[/i] we'll see who's a man and who ain't." [i]Note: Tried to attach an updated map depicting your route, but the boards are angry tonight. Will try again later this weekend.[/i] [/QUOTE]

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