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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Scotley" data-source="post: 3136521" data-attributes="member: 11520">BertrandThe ranger studies his own bread for weavels, but seems satisfied. Nodding to Modjan and Jaroth he adds, "No weavels here, but I brought some stores of my own just in case. I always make sure my men are well provisioned." He looks up with a smile as two men enter. "And they take good care of me." One of the men wears simple travelers clothes and carries an odd looking brass pot using a thick cloth around the handle. He pours a dark liquid from the pot into an earthenware mug. It smells strong and bittersweet. Bertrand inhales deeply and adds a bit of milk and a generous dollup of honey from other vessels provided by the man who appears to be a servant of some sort. "Bless you Terryl. That's just what I need after this hearty meal. Did you get settled?" The man replies, "Yes sir, we've got the gear stowed and Marrik is checking on the animals." "Excellent," replies Bertrand, "Get yourselves something to eat. The food on this tub is much better than we anticipated so there is no need to break into the stores just yet." The man nods and after setting down the ornate brass pot departs saying, "I'll tell the others." The other man is more startling in appearance. One can only think, 'Savage Northman' when gazing upon the tall thin redheaded man with braided hair and beard. He is a young man with exotic geometric tattoos on his face and the backs of his hands. Bronze and bone studs pierce his ears and eyebrows. His clothes are undyed wool and buckskin painted with arcane symbols in red ocher and forest green. He leans a long spear of dark wood carves with bears, hawks and wolves and tipped with a broad bronze blade in the corner and takes a seat near Bertrand. He wrinkles his nose at the pot and says, "Ah Bertrand how you drink that burnt bean water, ugh." His accent is heavy and speaks of the unclaimed lands. He takes only a little simple food and looks a little pale. "How long must we ride on these waves?" Bertrand pats the younger man on the shoulder, "lets just say you'll have plenty of time to get your sealegs Rendee." The man swallows with difficulty and replies, "I rather walk uphill in the snow all the way as take this infernal boat."OOC: <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=694472" target="_blank">Spot Check (1d20+9=13)</a></blockquote>

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