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<blockquote data-quote="taitzu52" data-source="post: 2373793" data-attributes="member: 21465">&quot;Something amiss?&quot; Sonrik asks Rak as he sees his concentration focus on the center of the room.&nbsp; He turns back to the server and nod at her suggestion of food.&nbsp; &quot;I won't get my hopes up here.&nbsp; After leaving the halflings, I don't expect to be offered food like that for some time.&quot; he says, smiling at the irony.&nbsp; In a town such as this, Sonrik again begins to feel his young age, not even sure if there are any youths in this town, or perhaps their hard life ages them too quickly to tell.Sonrik continues to talk as he watches Rak stuff his face, looking occasionally out of the corner of his eye to make sure Gemble is not getting into trouble.&nbsp; &quot;I wonder what Emberton is like.&quot; he says, &quot;It seems like every other corner of this land has heard nothing of Thel'Lorean, or do not care.&quot;&nbsp; He looks around to see what denizens make up this tavern's clientele.&nbsp; &quot;Or maybe they do not know evil when they see it.&quot; he says in a low voice, not caring if anyone hears it.&nbsp; Sometimes, Sonrik seems almost unaware of his gifts, his youth not yet having tempered his reason.He finishes his food, and down his ale, and orders a second as always.&nbsp; Never a third.&nbsp; &quot;Well, Jaeden, what stories hail from this corner of Ember?&quot; Sonrik asks.&nbsp; He sits back, scans the room for Gemble's troublemaking, and without that incident, takes a moment to put his feet up and relax.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="taitzu52, post: 2373793, member: 21465"] [color=Teal]"Something amiss?"[/color] Sonrik asks Rak as he sees his concentration focus on the center of the room. He turns back to the server and nod at her suggestion of food. [color=Teal]"I won't get my hopes up here. After leaving the halflings, I don't expect to be offered food like that for some time."[/color] he says, smiling at the irony. In a town such as this, Sonrik again begins to feel his young age, not even sure if there are any youths in this town, or perhaps their hard life ages them too quickly to tell. Sonrik continues to talk as he watches Rak stuff his face, looking occasionally out of the corner of his eye to make sure Gemble is not getting into trouble. [color=Teal]"I wonder what Emberton is like."[/color] he says, [color=Teal]"It seems like every other corner of this land has heard nothing of Thel'Lorean, or do not care."[/color] He looks around to see what denizens make up this tavern's clientele. [color=Teal]"Or maybe they do not know evil when they see it."[/color] he says in a low voice, not caring if anyone hears it. Sometimes, Sonrik seems almost unaware of his gifts, his youth not yet having tempered his reason. He finishes his food, and down his ale, and orders a second as always. Never a third. [color=Teal]"Well, Jaeden, what stories hail from this corner of Ember?"[/color] Sonrik asks. He sits back, scans the room for Gemble's troublemaking, and without that incident, takes a moment to put his feet up and relax. [/QUOTE]

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