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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GlassEye" data-source="post: 6276343" data-attributes="member: 40413">[sblock=OOC]Again, I apologize for the long delay.  A couple of days off work and I was ready to post again but then my home internet access had gone out.  Until I figure it out I'm limited to posting from work so I may be a bit sporadic over the next few days.[/sblock]Brother Goswald is up early the next morning, long before the sun even.  Already chill, it turned even colder during the night and thick, fat flakes of snow slowly spiral to the ground from a grey sky that blurs the border between sky and mountain.  Goswald has built up the fire, probably beyond 'concealment' levels agreed upon the previous night, and put a kettle on to heat.  Added spices and raisons make the warming wine smell particularly enticing to those just waking."A bit of mulled wine to warm you up," he says pouring a bit into a heavy clay cup and handing it over.Once everyone is up and broken their fast Brother Goswald makes his prediction for the day.  "We should get there today and I hope long before dark."  Goswald leads off along the ridge scanning lower down the mountain intently.  It is maybe an hour or two past midday, though it is hard to tell with the thick, grey skies still dropping snow, when Goswald stops at a break in the trees and points down a steep slope to a hive-shaped lump on the side of the hill a mile or so off.Excitement clouds his voice, "Just down here!  Look, you can see the ruined outbuildings..."  He is correct.  Surrounding the hive-shaped lump are the ruined walls of a monastic grounds capped with a thin layer of snow.<img src="http://img713.imageshack.us/img713/716/w26c.png" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />. . . . Brother Goswald . . . .</blockquote>

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