The Drow War Book One - Chillhame

Eating the stew, Dolan nods his head yes. Meanwhile he is looking around as well trying to discern what the town miller and his cronies are doing. OOC: are they visiabily spy on the party or are they more subtle?
 

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Kyalia

Kyalia was not shy to put her hands to work and while she isn't the most enduring, much like most of the elves, and despite her slender figure, her body seems well-trained and athletic with a strength that none of the others could hope to match.

She also welcomes the meal, provided to them, with a few approving words and a tired yet friendly smile and after the work, Kyalia turns out to be quite hungry.
 

Laurel works hard with the others. Some things she knows how to do almost intuitively. Other activities she requires instruction on.
 

Endur said:
Laurel works hard with the others. Some things she knows how to do almost intuitively. Other activities she requires instruction on.
Father Bronson smiles, "You are all so quiet, don't tell me I tired you all out; young folks like you? How can you expect to save the world if you can't even handle a simple morning's labor," he chuckles.
 

"Sorry, I was just continplating the fact that I am here instead of somewhere else. That the words I have been hearing lately are opening my eyes to what I am actually seeing. That and we might actually see a vey old rusted sword."
 

Ranger Rick said:
"Sorry, I was just continplating the fact that I am here instead of somewhere else. That the words I have been hearing lately are opening my eyes to what I am actually seeing. That and we might actually see a vey old rusted sword."
Father Bronson nods, “Indeed if what you say is true, then you have quite the path ahead of you. But you must have faith that good will triumph in the end, either way I am thankful for your help and know that you have done some good already.”

He thinks for a moment, “If the sword is as old as you say it is, I can only pray that there is something left that is recognizable of the blade you seek.”
 



Laurel adds,
"I doubt we would still sense its presence if it were nought but rust. Rather, I think, it will shine as new."
 

Mzarem rests quietly beside Saxon as he sits on one of the pews after assisting the others with work. He stays quiet while the others voice their opinions on the servicability of the sword.

"I would agree that the sword would still have to be servicable for us to feel it's presence, but it need not be pretty in order for it to be used," he says finally, "Time reserves mercy for noone and nothing, all feels its decaying touch, save those who have the power to resist."
 

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