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Message: <blockquote data-quote="doghead" data-source="post: 2264067" data-attributes="member: 8243">'he has no name' warforged warrior.*** that night in the hotel ***'he has no name' greets the warforged known as Eff Flat warily. In the name, in the instruments he sees something he has seen before in his fellow warforged; the adoption of a soft folk passion. Part of him envies them the sense of meaning they have found, part of him sees it as a weakness, a doomed attempt to be something they are not.While the warforged first instinct is to leave once he had seen Boden introduced to the others, eventually he decides there is little to be gained by returning to the streets at this point in the night. But the hotel make him uncomfortable. Soft. Cloying. Cluttered. He feeds the hound from the remains of the food on the table, a better meal than it has had in a long while. A better meal than some of the people in the city have ever had, the warforged suspects. He works, seated on the floor of the main room, on the damage inflicted by the kobold spell caster. Finally, after collecting up his tools and returning them to their case, he retires to the small balcony for the night. Silk sheets are not for him, but the thick wool blanket off his bed does nicely for the hound.*** the next morning ***The warforged nods to Erin.*"This is Boden. He is the number six."*** at the harbour ***The warforged leads the hound onto the boat. He has given up on trying to convince it to return 'home'. The warforged takes a seat in the bows in his usual place - on the floor. The hound collapses against the warforged. As the elemental ring starts to fire up, the hound opens its mouth to begin to howl. The warforged is ready for him and clamps a hand across the animal's muzzle.ooc: *Hey Harvey, hhnn has had the hound as long as he has been in Q'barra, so Erin would know it well. Boden, however, is a new friend.</blockquote>

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