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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wilphe" data-source="post: 2838515" data-attributes="member: 8221">"Tree, tree, tree, bush, tree, different looking kind of tree, tree, pool of stagnant water, tree, tree, fallen tree," Laurent picks his way through the swamp, "or is it marsh? There are northern savages who have 50 words for snow, so I'm sure the natives of this place, whoever they are, have over 50 different words between swamp and marsh, and are able to distinguish between them all based on colour, smell, vegetation," his foot slipped deeply into an especially soft patch of mud, "consistency."    He braced himself with his staff and extracted his foot from the mire, his eyes searched around for the owl that was his constant companion - unless you cound the midges, which he was really trying to forget. He found out on a branch to his side, regarding him dispassionately, he stared back at it, his eyes drawn to the small and somwhat ridiculous leather boots on its talons, "You know, it's all very well saying that I won't get my boots back until I can prove I don't need them, but at this rate I won't need them because my feet have rotted away." The owl gave no sign of having understood, it just blinked.   Laurent sighed, and made his way up onto what looked like firmer ground. The stone blocks and ruins held an interest to him, as he clambered over and around them looking for any signs as to who or what had made them. Finding nothing as yet he suddenly remembered that ruined temples in the wilderness are always the haunt of somthing unpleasent. Setting his staff down he readied and nocked an arrow, picking a cold iron one out just to be sure. The sight of the hide put him on edge, and that of the dog did little to calm it.    Don't worry, it's just a dog. Not some vicious fey or shapechanger. Maybe it belongs to some hunter or something. In any case it's a dog, be nice to it, it's an animal and it's not trying to kill you.     He set his bow aside and crouched down before the animal, his left hand reaching into his haversack and retreiving one of the few remaining real provisions he'd brought with him from Waterdeep. One of the gourmet sausages he'd picked up in the market, cutting a piece off he proffered it to the animal, seeing if it would take it.</blockquote>

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