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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Uriel" data-source="post: 1065235" data-attributes="member: 8222">Drithmyne wringed the last of the saltwater from his clothes,standing there in the sun naked, modest not in the least. Looking around at the coastline, searching for high ground to begin sketching the lay of this new land, he donned his pants and shirt.Drithmyne had spent the better part of the morning oiling his weapons against rust and letting the feathers of his shafts dry in the air and sun, whilst looking for other survivors. He spotted another elf as well as a bedraggled dwarf and that big Human.No, Ogrekin, he reminded himself. And by the look of the thing, best not to call it by the Elvish term for such beast...people, he corrected himself. This one seemed harmless, a bit touched even. Feeling a little ashamed at having thought such of the creature, Drithmyne approaches the quietly sobbing hulk and says'Ho, lad...no sigh of yer Da or Mum, I take it? I'll help you look if you like, I was going to comb the beach for others in  half an hour's time.' Drithmyne smiled with his characteristic moniker and offeredthe Half-Ogre a piece of the dried jerkey from his pack while looking down beach for others washed ashore.'We could start pulling those barrels and boxes ashore as well, there's bound to be something useful in some of them.'</blockquote>