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<blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 3299449" data-attributes="member: 11146">Arden, normally perfectly at home in a forest, finds the underbrush's disheveled and haphazard piles of leaves, unfurling fern fronds, and dead logs to be nearly unbearable.&nbsp; Arden fights a strong urge to cull the dead undergrowth from the forest when her eye catches a bit of damp earth on the butt end of Rowan's walking stick.&nbsp; The dirt seems a horrible affront to Arden, something that must immediately be cleaned, lest both her own and Rowan's character be impugned.The dog shifts its golden eyes to look askance at Wyleck, then moves its gaze to Yssal.&nbsp; Sniffing the air and obviously catching wind of something of interest, the yellow dog's ears prick forward at the sound of a twig snapping nearby.From behind a nearby oak tree, two feral eyes stare out at the party.&nbsp; The eyes blink at Arden as the gnome chatters in Sylvan, then the owner of the eyes steps out from behind the old burled tree trunk.&nbsp; A badger, oversized but squat, with stout legs ending in clawed feet, two broad stripes painted lengthwise down its back, and stout legs ending in clawed feet and a wide mouth full of wickedly sharp teeth, fixes Rowan with a baleful stare and hisses like a bucket of snow thrown onto a white-hot forge.&quot;Thisbe!&nbsp; Stop that!&nbsp; Wait until they bite first.&quot;&nbsp; The voice is clear and cheerful, and the speaker pops into view with a twinkle.&nbsp; Short, but not as short as Arden, a gnome with pale skin, a bulbous nose and tangled locks orange as a clementine in winter comes crunching through dead leaves and stops just beside the hissing badger.&nbsp; The gnome extends gnarled fingers and roughly grasps the badger by the scruff of the neck.&nbsp; &quot;Well.&nbsp; No need to be unpleasant.&nbsp; Mazzel Quickblade, Thisbe, and company at your service.&nbsp; Just passing through, or did you use it yet?&quot;&nbsp; The gnome winks at Wyleck.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="CanadienneBacon, post: 3299449, member: 11146"] Arden, normally perfectly at home in a forest, finds the underbrush's disheveled and haphazard piles of leaves, unfurling fern fronds, and dead logs to be nearly unbearable. Arden fights a strong urge to cull the dead undergrowth from the forest when her eye catches a bit of damp earth on the butt end of Rowan's walking stick. The dirt seems a horrible affront to Arden, something that must immediately be cleaned, lest both her own and Rowan's character be impugned. The dog shifts its golden eyes to look askance at Wyleck, then moves its gaze to Yssal. Sniffing the air and obviously catching wind of something of interest, the yellow dog's ears prick forward at the sound of a twig snapping nearby. From behind a nearby oak tree, two feral eyes stare out at the party. The eyes blink at Arden as the gnome chatters in Sylvan, then the owner of the eyes steps out from behind the old burled tree trunk. A badger, oversized but squat, with stout legs ending in clawed feet, two broad stripes painted lengthwise down its back, and stout legs ending in clawed feet and a wide mouth full of wickedly sharp teeth, fixes Rowan with a baleful stare and hisses like a bucket of snow thrown onto a white-hot forge. [COLOR=SandyBrown]"Thisbe! Stop that! Wait until they bite first."[/COLOR] The voice is clear and cheerful, and the speaker pops into view with a twinkle. Short, but not as short as Arden, a gnome with pale skin, a bulbous nose and tangled locks orange as a clementine in winter comes crunching through dead leaves and stops just beside the hissing badger. The gnome extends gnarled fingers and roughly grasps the badger by the scruff of the neck. [COLOR=SandyBrown]"Well. No need to be unpleasant. Mazzel Quickblade, Thisbe, and company at your service. Just passing through, or did you use it yet?"[/COLOR] The gnome winks at Wyleck. [/QUOTE]

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