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Message: <blockquote data-quote="MummyKitty" data-source="post: 2680687" data-attributes="member: 36179">N’un T’Chauck nodded a slight smile as Troth Hulebor´n pricked his finger again.  "Don't worry brother, you will get it soon," he consoled his shipmate. "With these fine iron needles, sewing sailcloth is much easier than in my village, where we used needles of bone."  The thought of his home brought him a brief pang of sorrow, but he quickly pushed it back into the recesses of his mind.  My people would not want me to grieve too much, for it could cloud my head. But I shall never forget.The weather today was fair, so N’un T’Chauck wore only a loin cloth, girded with a leather belt from which hung a pouch and his ever-present obsidian dagger.  He also had an ice axe on his belt, not that there was any ice within a thousand miles, but the tool did come in handy at times. N’un T’Chauck's people did not have the custom of some tribes of adorning their body with tatoos or scars, so no marks detracted from his smoothly muscled physique.  His long black hair was secured from his face by a slim leather circlet tied around his head above his brow.  Although he concentrated on his work, N’un T’Chauck had learned the sailor's habit of always being aware of his surroundings.  He listened to the subtle clues of the ship's creaks and wind whistling through the rigging , and watched the sea for whitecaps that might indicate a change in the weather. The old one under the sea was in a fine mood today and has graced us with excellent sailing weather, he thought.</blockquote>

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