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<blockquote data-quote="hippocrachus" data-source="post: 2842647" data-attributes="member: 14148">~ Hrolf &amp; Hildor ~The unlikely duo heads out of the cavern complex with half of the Tyrran column tailing behind them. When they exit the cave, a Justiciar nods to Hrolf and points him the direction of the lone drab tent standing out amongst the Tyrran camp.In a hurry to see what his elder cleric wanted to say to him, Hrolf doesn't dally before heading directly to the tent. Hildor considers continuing to follow the cleric who wants nothing of his company, and quickly decides to head towards the tall robed human figure standing out in a camp full of dwarves off to the side. Some of the dwarves, mercenaries all of them, scowl as the elf passes by them. Some even go so far as to spit on the ground ahead of him. Hildor may have never been brought up to dislike dwarves, but by the way they acted towards him, showing a little disapproval probably wouldn't hurt their disposition.Hrolf enters the large gray tent to find a half-frost giant he recognizes as Braggi bending over a planning table full of papers and broken envelopes. The frosty haired half-giant looks up from studying a folded paper and throws his arms out wide when he sees Hrolf.&quot;Tyr's Justice supreme! Where've you been, boy?&quot; He strides around the wooden table, grabs Hrolf around the shoulders, and slams him bodily into the Braggi's chest. A proper greeting. &quot;You've had me and Hroar worried sick!&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="hippocrachus, post: 2842647, member: 14148"] ~ Hrolf & Hildor ~ The unlikely duo heads out of the cavern complex with half of the Tyrran column tailing behind them. When they exit the cave, a Justiciar nods to Hrolf and points him the direction of the lone drab tent standing out amongst the Tyrran camp. In a hurry to see what his elder cleric wanted to say to him, Hrolf doesn't dally before heading directly to the tent. Hildor considers continuing to follow the cleric who wants nothing of his company, and quickly decides to head towards the tall robed human figure standing out in a camp full of dwarves off to the side. Some of the dwarves, mercenaries all of them, scowl as the elf passes by them. Some even go so far as to spit on the ground ahead of him. Hildor may have never been brought up to dislike dwarves, but by the way they acted towards him, showing a little disapproval probably wouldn't hurt their disposition. Hrolf enters the large gray tent to find a half-frost giant he recognizes as Braggi bending over a planning table full of papers and broken envelopes. The frosty haired half-giant looks up from studying a folded paper and throws his arms out wide when he sees Hrolf. [COLOR=DarkOrange]"Tyr's Justice supreme! Where've you been, boy?"[/COLOR] He strides around the wooden table, grabs Hrolf around the shoulders, and slams him bodily into the Braggi's chest. A proper greeting. [COLOR=DarkOrange]"You've had me and Hroar worried sick!"[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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