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Message: <blockquote data-quote="perrinmiller" data-source="post: 6158420" data-attributes="member: 88649">Tyrien, Half-elven Archeress<img src="http://i956.photobucket.com/albums/ae47/perrinmiller/LieraAvatar2.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Tyrien shrugs, "Dopplegangers and Dark Stalkers, add them to  your list with puppy-sized dragons and winged lions. Of course, they  still bleed well enough. All you need is good light to deal with Dark  Stalkers.""I do not wish to chop wood or cook... well not at  home at least. I sorta have to do that type of thing out on the road and  sleeping out amongst the stars."On hearing that Charity  needs a certain weapon, the elven archeress reaches to her weapons belt  and the leather pouch. Selecting one of them, she thunks it into the  table. The sharp edge sinks in enough to hold the chakram upright.A gruff voice snarls over to from the bar, "Hey, watchya fookin' doin?""Oh, nothing," Tyrien  gives a grin to Grog and waves a gold coin for him. Then sets it on the  table as the half-orc appears to let that settle the matter for now."What do you need it for?"</blockquote>