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Message: <blockquote data-quote="pathfinderq1" data-source="post: 3415788" data-attributes="member: 48394">Johanna stands up slowly from the table, shrugging once almost reflexively to get adjusted to the feel of her newly-acquired armor.  She had been noticebaly quiet on their return from the sewers, and had taken her time upstairs getting cleaned up and changed.  Even around the table she had spoken but little, and her expression had been grim- she had, it seemed been deeply troubled, or simply deep in thought.  And she had had not a word to their new compatriot, merely a simple nod to the elven woman."Let us be about these errands then," she said, her Jotun accent still a bit harsh to the ear (though the smooth purr of her voice softened it a bit).  "I'm thinking we need some fire, and perhaps a woodsman's axe, for that door.  From the sound of that bar, finesse may not be the key there.  Redbeard and I will be back- oh, and Jillian, wasn't it...  Are any of the rest of you coming along?  If not, perhaps you'll want to stick together a bit- not all of those who serve those dark powers will be quite so obvious as their walking dead.  Those folk we fought were living men, and there might be more of them on the streets, not waiting for us to come back to them..."OOC: If Redbeard is only a little short for the dog, Johanna might consider a loan.  Her next real expenditure is likely to be a MW greatsword, and that's a ways out.</blockquote>