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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GlassEye" data-source="post: 6311630" data-attributes="member: 40413">To Garadh the body looks like little more than an older man with skin weathered and leathery from years of wind and sun.  The fresh-looking wounds are rather incongruous with the dessicated, almost mummified, skin but if he was undead he certainly isn't animate now.  Beneath the wolf-skin cloak the corpse wears sturdy clothing such that a long-time traveler might wear.  The axe, however, seems special: as soon as Garadh lays hands on it to examine it closer he feels the tingle of magic and is certain that there is a price involved in owning it.  He looks it over thoroughly: the head of the throwing axe is silver with a snarling wolf head engraved on one side and the face of an innocent engraved on the other."All ready?" calls Jyman Trout from his seat on the cart.  "Then let us travel on; I am well past ready to roll into the security of less wild lands."  <img src="http://imageshack.com/a/img841/886/c53u.png" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> <img src="http://img713.imageshack.us/img713/716/w26c.png" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> <img src="http://imageshack.com/a/img820/8941/ptl3.png" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />. . . . Jyman Trout . . . . . . . Brother Goswald . . .  . . . . The Silver Axe . . . .</blockquote>