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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 7194744" data-attributes="member: 6777052">Believing they were alone in the Keep, the party made themselves comfortable in a side room near the great hall, that they guessed must have been an office used by the hobgoblin chief. A fire burned in the grate of a massive stone fireplace and the flickering flames gave off a comforting warmth. It was agreed that Tippy and Inannyunot could take a full eight hours of rest to recover their spell slots while the others took turns to stay awake. Jones requisitioned some bunk beds and blankets and they all made themselves comfortable. "Well done, Jones," said Tippy approvingly, "You'll make Quartermaster Sergeant yet!"Ha! spent an hour teaching baby Iggy to sing the songs that hobbit children sing and to plane-shift, just in little hops to start with, before declaring it was bed-time for sleepy little spectators.Tasha and ClaW took first watch, stationed in the passage outside the door. They chatted quietly while the others slept inside.Somewhat unexpectedly an orc came round the corner, whistling cheerfully. He was wearing a rather grubby cook's apron and carrying a tray of hot food, in the form of what looked like kebabs. "Room Service!" he announced.Tasha barred the way with her halberd. There was something not quite right, here. The fort was supposed to be deserted and they hadn't ordered room service. Also, there was a smell of burning and it didn't seem to be coming from the food. But she was on sentry duty, so she did what any sentry would do. "Password?" she challenged.There was a moment's hesitation from the cook. A little too slow and a little too quick to be just right, thought ClaW perceptively. Something was suspicious."Et doner ferentes!" replied the orc, improvising wildly.[sup]1[/sup]This was obviously the wrong answer, so Tasha told him to put the tray down and wait. ClaW nibbled a corner of the food and immediately spat it out. "Poison!" he signalled by waving his claws in a way that Tasha secretly understood. She flourished her halberd ready to strike but The Burning Blade, for as you will undoubtedly have guessed it was he, fled with a surprising turn of speed. Tasha did not pursue but stayed alert at her post.ClaW put his head inside the door and attracted Albert's attention. When he learned what had just happened, Albert decided to forego his rest and do some stealthy prowling around to see where the orc had gone and what he was up to.He hadn't gone far, when ....[HR][/HR][sup]1[/sup] Latin: "(St)even when bearing a kebab".  He was surprisingly well-educated for a cook, had taught himself Latin and had been reading Virgil's Aeneid in his spare time. He was afraid of Greek, though. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timeo_Danaos_et_dona_ferentes" target="_blank">reference</a></blockquote>

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