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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Manbearcat" data-source="post: 6638843" data-attributes="member: 6696971">Confirmed Otthor is just going to bring the the women and children forward and reveal himself so I'm going to transition us to the shelter.[HR][/HR]Three Bird doesn't exchange any words and very little affection with his family.  He briefly grasps his wife's hand, squeezes it, and then moves to each child in succession, holding them by their shoulders and looking them in the eye.  He scans the rest of your crew and takes the measure of Otthor quickly and silently.  "There is a secret route to the basin and our lodge.  It overlooks a fall that will ensure your death if you mistep, but the trail itself will not fail you."  He takes a few steps and turns "...it is on the side of the mountain...I encourage you to not look down."He leads you down the precarious trail to the basin below.  It takes a bit longer than the straight climb or the inviting, trapped entrance would have, but you get their intact.  The four men that inhabit the lodge are clearly innured to the cold as each are shirtless like Three Bird.  No fire roars in the hearth so the only warmth that the place offers is that of respite from the chill winds and taking the edge off of the frigid bite.  The accomodations are extremely spartan, with racks for hanging leathers and smokers for meat.  The men sleep on rolled moss.  A stone stairwell leads to the second floor.  Outside of the gray stone, there is some color in the way of wall and ceiling murals which depict various primal spirits.After terse instructions from Three Bird with very little explanation, the hunters go about getting rolled furs out to place on the floor for sleeping and one of them creates a fire.  The air is thick with the uncomfortableness of forced hospitality.  These men are obviously not used to hosting a single soul, let alone such a company as you have brought...and definitely not one featuring outlanders and goblins.  Unsurprisingly, outside of the natives, Rawr is the most accomodated of your bunch!No food is brought to the elves or goblins of your company, but smoked, dried meat is given to the women, children, and to Rawr.Three Bird abruptly chimes in once the fire is started, the furs are unfurled, and the children are happily eating.  "Wandering Wolf, come with us upstairs", he says to a lithe, long-limbed men with an unkempt beard and penetrating eyes.  Looking at the other two he says "...see to their needs.  There will be no hunt tonight, I'm afraid."He leads you upstairs.  More spartan accomodations.  More murals.  A firepit in the center of the room.  In the corner there is a small altar where the druids offer up blood sacrifices to the primal spirits, burn incense and chant using various bowls.  There is a sconce on each wall bearing an unlit torch.  Three Bird lights two providing a little warmth and scant light.  The space is well ventilated with multiple windows covered by goatskin drapes.  He pulls one back and a draft fills the room.  He then takes the two lit torches and drops them in the central firepit.  Smoke slithers toward the uncovered window.  There is nowhere to sit but the cold, hard floor.He speaks without emotion.  "Tell your tale."[HR][/HR]You guy can Make Camp and you don't need to Take Watch.  Go ahead and perform your End of Session Moves and update your HP, AG, Ammo, Rations, XP.We'll handle this social scene and see what comes out of it in terms of support from the Druids.</blockquote>

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