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Message: <blockquote data-quote="larryfinnjr" data-source="post: 5680697" data-attributes="member: 99210">Taken aback by Mal's efforts and knowledge of orcish 'burial' rites, Smash is moved and stays behind to help arrange his fellow Had'rak. Collecting up a few things from them, he presents them to Mal. "You take these. War wins." There's not much - Shoot's longbow, a few battered longswords, and some coin (totaling 45sp and 2gp). He hands them to you not so much as a question of whether you want them, but as a matter of fact - they're yours, you earned them. Watching with detached interest, Hatchet smiles as Mal places the coppers on Jeeves' eyes. "For the boatman, eh? Haven't seen that done in a long time. Nice touch, appreciate the concern. Jeeves was a good enough guy, what little time I spent with 'im. Only been together a few days on our way to Stump. Lucky shot from that bow, took him right out. Just goes to show ya - one day yer here, and the next..." He trails off, staring down at his not-quite-a-hand hand. "Comon, let's go." Satisfied with the bodies' arrangements, the group begins to set off for town while Mal stays behind to disguise the area to confuse anyone who might do some snooping. The remaining occupants of the wagon meanwhile climb back or remain onboard while the driver prepares the wagon for the rest of the short journey to Bloomten. Hacking another ball of phelgm from the unknown depths of his lungs, he urges the horse forward. For those paying attention, the horse seems to look back for a brief moment and catch Ches' eye and give the tiefling a quick wink before continuing its trot westward.  [gm] more on Hatchet's hatchet to follow... [/gm]</blockquote>

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