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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Evil Ujio" data-source="post: 2441426" data-attributes="member: 27389">Laurel approaches the wagon, the driver starts to slow and hails her, “Evening,” he says with a tip of his straw hat.  He is an older man with a thin frame and clothes that he isn’t so much wearing as it just droops off him, looking two sizes too large.  He continues speaking, “didn’t expect to see travelers on this road,” he comments.On the back of the wagon look to be crates of foodstuffs and barrels of perhaps more food or drink.  A young girl sits on the back her feet dangling over the edge.  As you approach you realize the little girl is not so much a little girl but a Halfling woman; she has spectacles and looks terribly bored staring out the back of the wagon.The Halfling woman turns and looks to the front brushing her auburn hair from her face.  She speaks in a high strained whine of a voice, “Hey you idiot!  Why are we slowing down, we will never get to Bronce at this pace!”She pauses seeing the party approach.  The wee woman stands stamping her feet, “No time for chit-chat or handouts you vagabonds be off with you, or so help me, I will turn the lot of you into newts!”</blockquote>