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Message: <blockquote data-quote="HolyGrenadeFrenzy" data-source="post: 3601620" data-attributes="member: 41808">A halfling in dark cloths and a cloak steps toward the dwarf addressing him in a cheerful tone ,"Greeting! I am Prestige Featherfoot and we are all fellows here...Unless you are a STRAAANGER ?" astonished and giving the dwarf a concerned look.  Then without a breath,pointing at the axe," Are you going for more firewood?  We will need plenty for the feast I should cook now we are all together....  "Eh, Sha?", turning toward Shasha with a gesture of familiarity.  Then with a pensive look of waiting at the dwarf. It becomes obvious to all that the halfling is unsure because he has never met anyone he could consider a stranger in his entire life, almost as if a stranger is something of stories and myth only.  The dramatic pause seems long after, although it is just a second or so before his blinking and oddly fixed look is too much for others too contain without laughing.After the laughter and quite immidiately."Uh, yeah, these are friends and getting rid of them won't be neccisary....right now, anyway." As if it is the polite thing to say and not a threat of violence at all but more of a "shall I get their horses?" sort of question Shasha had asked yet it is difficult to tell exactly.  Then from the Dark Elf and the Northman toward the halfling female with a sweeping hand gesture,"Everybody Shasha." "Shasha, Lars Raska of the North and member of the 13th Tower", toward the Large Northman. "And Glyrell Nujennis the Soft Spoken", signalling again toward the Dark Elf. (Whom may be surprised to discover he has aquired a title of sorts if not a desciptor with introduction.)  Spoken as if everyone should know everyone by reputation already.</blockquote>

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