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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dirigible" data-source="post: 1102266" data-attributes="member: 12631">As Coel moved to the tent flap, Banedren called him back for a moment."You do this, lad, and you'll give us a fighting chance against the Shadow. For now, at least."Coel turned back to the door, and started. In the moment his back had been turned to her, Ilasus had disappeared. Not a sound had betrayed her. Shaking his head, Coel continued out to the street.Coel made his way to the set of tables and chairs scattered beside the ditch, where Lansin served the watered piss he called cider. Less than halfway there, he caught sight of what could only be one of his companions.The man sitting at the cider shop was huge. Easily 12 feet tall, the man's Dornish ancstry was clear in his blond beard and braided hair. The giant wore clothing that seemed to be made of bear, stag and wolf skins, crudely stitched and riveted together, cured to form a kind of armour. Of course, no normal clothing could have fitted the man. A wooden maul, the head clearly a tree trunk, at least the size of Coel's torso, bound with iron leaned against the giant's side. He sat on a pair of barrels, and his brimming mug was a bucket. He was talking in a booming voice to someone beside him.As Coel came closer, he saw the second person. Utterly dwarfed by her companion, a petite Erenlander woman sat, trying to avaoid he giant's elbows as they flailed around. She wore a simple woolen dress, and nursed a small wooden mug of... water, apparently. Her light brown hair was left unbound, and flowed over her neck."Ho!" Boomed the giant, turning as Coel sat down at their table. "Here be our wildlander!" He held out a hand the size of a small shield, the fingers thick and calloused, studded with splinters from the wooden haft of his hammer "Urlandt be my name, Erenlander."Coel winced as Urlandt crushed his wrist in a warrior's handshake, and told them his name."I'm Ellionwy, a... healer" the woman murmured, her voice soft.      -     -     -     Old Lansin smiled to himself as he brought another round of drinks and another tallow candle to the three odd folk at his table. It was well past nightfall, and yet the three spoke, discussing something about a journey east, through the woods and back to Erenland, the home that he, Lansin, had fled so many years ago. A fool quest, as far as he was concerned. Still, the big one looked dangerous, as did Coel, who, frankly, scared Lansin. Yes, they might prove worth mentioning. Lansin smiled again as he mentally compiled a report for his Master...</blockquote>

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