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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dracomeander" data-source="post: 3794226" data-attributes="member: 20009">FinnianFinnian hangs on to the tent as he tries to see if any of the groups foes remain nearby. He contemplates remaining until Jaroth completes whatever ritual he is doing but returns inside the tent as a gust nearly removes him from his hold.Vorian will see a young man maybe into his mid-twenties in rather sodden but well cut traveling clothes when Finnian comes back inside to join the others. His auburn hair is plastered to his head and a bright rapier is still in his hand dripping water and blood. He shows no apparent notice of the weather although it is obvious with the wet clothes clinging to him that he is not dressed for this climate. He pulls out a rag to wipe down the blade before sheathing it while speaking. The lilt of the southern realms can be heard in his voice."Greetings Vorian. I did not think you were accusing us of being with the dark. I was merely curious why you would think even an enlarged Bertrand here would be an ogier."I am Finnian Douglas, world traveler and minstrel, and curiosity just gets the better of me sometimes. You say there are more companies of horsemen around. How many and what did they look like? Did they appear to have a set destination? Unfortunately, I believe we are stuck here until this storm blows itself out. Oh, and where is Oldoak?"</blockquote>