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Message: <blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 463467" data-attributes="member: 2292">Monday, August 14th, 518 AF, Continued There are a few more hours of drinking.  Durhon alternates buying rounds with Xoad, glad to have a companion capable of drinking in quantities equal to his own.  Yip sits in the corner, nursing his bloody paw.  Drinking ale has become a great deal more complicated since reciving his wound.  The human-sized ale tankards have always taken a two paws to lift, and he ends up spilling a good deal of his drink down the front of his robe.  As the ale flows, they manage to tease out more of Xoads story.  He was originally stationed in the the same church battalion as their companion Taranos, although Xoad doesn't remember ever meeting the dwarven priest.  They also find out more about the vision that drew Xoad to the town, and even Durhon has to admit the paladins visions of fire and blood probably don't bode well.As the afternoon slowly passes, the faint rumblings of hungers start in the companions stomach.  With nothing buy beer and berries to eat in the past few days, Durhon is eager to get something approaching a decent dinner, and after tasting the tavern's ale he's not willing to try their food."Come on," he calls to his drinking buddies.  "Time te go bug Treehugger fer some lunch."Warwind and Taranos have had a productive day, their larder well stocked after a trip to the market and the first load of lumber being put to good use in repairing Warwinds delapidated hut.  Unfortunately, they quickly discover that the skills of a soldier do not translate particularly well to home repairs.  Warwind is at home in the trees, the battlefield and the library, but the manual labor of nailing planks over holes is somewhat more haphazard.  Worse, he has to keep an eye on Taranos and occasionally remind the dwarf that a plank of wood requires a very different mode of craftsmenship to stone.  Taranos swears a lot, and occasionally hits his thumbs with a small hammer.Neither is particularly pleased when Durhon, Yip and Xoad arrives, but neither are they surprised.  "What in hells have you been up to?" Taranos demands of the drunk trio.  Durhon grins and breaks wind, and Yip simply holds up a wounded paw."Taranos fix?" he asks.The dwarven preists grumbles as he chants a short prayer to Heironous, and grumbles more when he's introduced to a drunken paladin of his god.  He quickly quizes a suddenly shamefaced Xoad on his reasons for being in the area, and the grumbling quickly turns into outright swearing when he hears the words "End of the world.""This is just what we need," he spits.  "All I wanted was retirement, the chance to relax for a few years before being thrown into the face of evil once more.  What do I get?  Drunken holy-warriors with portents of doom.  Some days I think the shining lord hates the empire."</blockquote>

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