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Message: <blockquote data-quote="FreeXenon" data-source="post: 2087886" data-attributes="member: 6228">Franky, Male Halfling, Lore Keeper"...nothing but despair.With a cold, soft handand a gentle smileyou wiped away my" The melancholy chanting abruptly ends.You hear the quick padding of feet as Franky appears just arround the corner. A tearful smirk on his face. His nose twitching and searching for the wonderous smell..."Did someone say supper's ready?" as a half smile slowly creeps onto his face. Quietly sitting  back down on his rock around the camp fire, he eagerly waits for his hopefully generous portion huntsman stew. Franky smiles broadly at the sight of Lindal dishing out the stew. "I remember shirefolk returning from a very successful 'Bookleaf' with a lot of venison. That night we had a big celebration with various venison stews, pies, cakes, and salads. My sister, Aura, liked it a lot and during the party I would glimpse back to the stew pot and see her trying to sneak a bowl. She would quickly take some hoping no one would see her and carefully pad off to hide and eat it. The way you are dishing out the stew reminds me of that day." His mood seems to lighten considerably following this statement.<a href="http://www.enworld.org/showpost.php?p=2083110&postcount=36" target="_blank">View Stats</a></blockquote>