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<blockquote data-quote="nerdytenor" data-source="post: 4451063" data-attributes="member: 74526"><p>&quot;Can we go a bit farther? We're not that far off of town now, and I have a good hiding place for us in mind.&quot;&nbsp;&nbsp; The party continues on, somewhat impatient for action. The Dead Forest thickens to the north, and a new patch of trees begins to folllow the road along the south.&nbsp; As you travel, you begin to pass a few small groups of people. Some of them carry sacks. Others push carts. All of them look pretty miserable.&nbsp; &quot;More former members of Greensfen,&quot; Mardrick comments, ruefully. &quot;Can't say that I blame them. Can't be hard to find a better life elsewhere.&quot;&nbsp; As you get closer to town, you pass a larger cart and begin to approach another one. Four men are manning each of the two carts. Behind the second cart, a man and his (pet?) wolf stop.&nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;That's them. Ready, men!&quot; The man with the wolf at his side barks his orders loudly. He is dressed in leather armor and several daggers line his belt. He has a professional manner that contrasts with the men by the carts.&nbsp; At his order, the men pushing the carts pull weapons out of their respective carts. They are crude weapons mostly - pitchforks, clubs, stones. They do not look too enthusiastic holding them.&nbsp; The leader speaks to you. &quot;There is one among you we wish to, ah, speak with.&quot; He points at Mardrick, who pales. &quot;He is to come with us. Leave him and no harm will come to anyone.&quot;&nbsp; &quot;You have my word.&quot; He bares his teeth, his hand at his belt.</p></blockquote><p></p>

[QUOTE="nerdytenor, post: 4451063, member: 74526"] "Can we go a bit farther? We're not that far off of town now, and I have a good hiding place for us in mind." The party continues on, somewhat impatient for action. The Dead Forest thickens to the north, and a new patch of trees begins to folllow the road along the south. As you travel, you begin to pass a few small groups of people. Some of them carry sacks. Others push carts. All of them look pretty miserable. "More former members of Greensfen," Mardrick comments, ruefully. "Can't say that I blame them. Can't be hard to find a better life elsewhere." As you get closer to town, you pass a larger cart and begin to approach another one. Four men are manning each of the two carts. Behind the second cart, a man and his (pet?) wolf stop. "That's them. Ready, men!" The man with the wolf at his side barks his orders loudly. He is dressed in leather armor and several daggers line his belt. He has a professional manner that contrasts with the men by the carts. At his order, the men pushing the carts pull weapons out of their respective carts. They are crude weapons mostly - pitchforks, clubs, stones. They do not look too enthusiastic holding them. The leader speaks to you. "There is one among you we wish to, ah, speak with." He points at Mardrick, who pales. "He is to come with us. Leave him and no harm will come to anyone." "You have my word." He bares his teeth, his hand at his belt. [/QUOTE]

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