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Message: <blockquote data-quote="FreeXenon" data-source="post: 2084025" data-attributes="member: 6228">Franky, Male HalflingA dust laden brown long-cloak cover tousles of short, curly brown hair than dance upon this halflings head as if each strand had a curly little mind of its own. Inquisitive bright green eyes peak from under the hood and drink in every detail of his surroundings, missing nothing.Carefully, he sits down upon a semi-flat rock settling himself in a cat-like fashion - fidgeting to the left and then to the right, standing up for a moment and brushing off the rocks surface and then looking at it intently for a moment. Sitting down again and wiggling himself into a confortable position, he leans back to rest in a reclined postition. Dusty grey pants and simple leather high-boots poke out from the cloak to rest upon a higher outcropping of rock. The campfire hightlights the cherub like face and makes seem even more so imbuing it with a golden hue. He pulls a flask from his side opens it and takes a quick swig. He swishes it around in his mouth just a little bit seeming to savor the taste. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, swallows, and then opens his eyes. He smiles widely and quickly stows the flask from whence it came. "There's nothing like Barrowshire Applewine to complement a sunset! Would you like to try some?" looking to all present.</blockquote>