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<blockquote data-quote="GlassEye" data-source="post: 6089195" data-attributes="member: 40413">The group camps close enough to the bison that they can hear the lowing of the herd in the distance.&nbsp; It becomes dark quickly and Aoro wastes no time in settling into camp, tending horses, making a fire, and beginning to cook something in a small pot that he sets over the fire to heat and soon smells delicious.&nbsp; The man isn't very talkative but shares out his stew and some dry bread crusts that he uses as bowls.&nbsp; Otherwise, the evening passes quietly and it feels like just minutes pass after you bed down that the sun is peeking over the eastern horizon.The morning search for tracks is unsuccessful until Boots catches whiff of ripe flesh, something that's been out in the sun and weather for a couple of days.&nbsp; It doesn't take long to come up on the body.&nbsp; It is a Pellman, another native of the grasslands though different physically from the Goti.&nbsp; Taller and bulkier in muscle, paler skintone with a reddish beard down to his chest, the Pellman was young.&nbsp; Scavengers have been at the body and the scene is a mess but it looks like the man was divested of his armor after he died.&nbsp; A saddlebag lies nearby but it is empty.&nbsp; Papers are scattered about but morning dew, animals, and weather have made them all but illegible.<a href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/5/humanmaoro175.jpg/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/8978/humanmaoro175.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></a>• • • Scout Aoro • • •</blockquote>

[QUOTE="GlassEye, post: 6089195, member: 40413"] The group camps close enough to the bison that they can hear the lowing of the herd in the distance. It becomes dark quickly and Aoro wastes no time in settling into camp, tending horses, making a fire, and beginning to cook something in a small pot that he sets over the fire to heat and soon smells delicious. The man isn't very talkative but shares out his stew and some dry bread crusts that he uses as bowls. Otherwise, the evening passes quietly and it feels like just minutes pass after you bed down that the sun is peeking over the eastern horizon. The morning search for tracks is unsuccessful until Boots catches whiff of ripe flesh, something that's been out in the sun and weather for a couple of days. It doesn't take long to come up on the body. It is a Pellman, another native of the grasslands though different physically from the Goti. Taller and bulkier in muscle, paler skintone with a reddish beard down to his chest, the Pellman was young. Scavengers have been at the body and the scene is a mess but it looks like the man was divested of his armor after he died. A saddlebag lies nearby but it is empty. Papers are scattered about but morning dew, animals, and weather have made them all but illegible. [URL=http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/5/humanmaoro175.jpg/][IMG]http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/8978/humanmaoro175.jpg[/IMG][/URL] [color=tan]• • • [b]Scout Aoro[/b] • • •[/color] [/QUOTE]

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