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Message: <blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 441975" data-attributes="member: 2292">Sunday, August 13th, 518 AF, Continued Warwind and Taranos have both been been awarded huts on the northern side of Hommlet, their condition no better than Yip's.  Warwind sets about making his dwelling as secure as possible, forcing slipped shingles back into space and trying to ensure there's at least a relatively dry space to store his spell-book when the rain begins to fall.  Taranos does much the same, staring at the wooden roof shingles used on the hut in disgust.  He makes a mental note to replace them with good dwarven slate when he can afford to have it imported from Petrav.Durhon's hut is in worse shape than anyone elses, a ramshackle monstrosity on the towns edge near a druids grove.  It looks as though it's holding together on hope and dirt, and the undisturbed, overgrown grass that surrounds it shows that few villagers seem to regard as safe.  Durhon looks around the enterior and dumps his grimy army-roll on the dirt floor.  A smull flurry of dust rises up from the floor.  The dwarven warrior breaks wind and grins in pleasure.Durhon's closest neighbour is looking on in horror as the grubby dwarf emerges from the hut.  Durhon glances at him and offers a wide grin.  "I need ale," he grunts at the frightened commoner.  "Touch me ten inch layer of dust and you'll cop it."  Hy heads to Yips hut, carrying the last of the beer he'd he'd brought with him for the journey.  Halfway there, the storm breaks and rain belts down on Hommlet.  A flash of lightening lights up the sky, and by the time Durhon arrives at Yip's hut, he's sodden and starting to smell like a damp goat.  Yip is still meditating, the still kobold seemingly unbothered by the rain falling through the roof.  Durhon leans low and pokes a scaly arm."Oy."Yip's eyes open, the red pupils staring into Durhons."I've got ale.  No Food," Durhon yells.  "If you got any of that food you runts eat, we'll trade."Yip nods and opens the pouches of nuts and berries he'd gathered on the trail.  They sit, nibbling on the scavenged food and drinking the sour ale.  Eventually Taranos arrives, in much same position after finding the supply store closed for the storm.  He throws another skin of ale into the mix and tells them Warwind's gone to sleep in her ramshackle home."Bloody treehugger," Durhon grumbles.  "How'd we en' up in the same vilage as 'im?" The floor on one side of Yip's hut starts to turn muddy.  The two dwarves and the kobold say little, just watch the puddle grow and drink ale.  Eventually they all fall asleep in yips hut, Durhon sleeping blissfully in the mud puddle while Taranos and Yip struggle to stay within the patch of dry soil.</blockquote>

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