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<blockquote data-quote="GreyOne" data-source="post: 1112411" data-attributes="member: 858">&quot;Aye, I think Eastfair has enjoyed our presence long enough,&quot; muses Nado.&nbsp; &quot;Bragon, y'are thus set on continuing our search?&nbsp; My sword will of course follow ye, through grief or blood, as it has these many seasons.&quot; Nado sets his long, sinewy fingers out on the table, palms up and moves them together, kissing his fingertips.&nbsp; The traditional southron movement seals his oath.The noise of the Hall's taproom momentarily rises as several figures enter through the street's door.&nbsp; Five of them, garbed in leather jerkins, with ribbons of mail exposed at sleeves and belts.&nbsp; One wears a leather helmet.&nbsp; Each bears curved blades and axes.&nbsp; Each to a man is Engolthen, heavily scarred and hard-looking.&nbsp; They glance about the room, now suddenly much quieter, and their eyes linger on your table for a second before moving as a group towards another table.&nbsp; Moments later, the drovers sitting there depart, disappearing towards the back of the room.&nbsp; The five men sit themselves as the noise in the room returns.&quot;That lot means trouble, I would think.&nbsp; And of course, where has our friend Fin got himself to again?&quot; says Nado.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="GreyOne, post: 1112411, member: 858"] [COLOR=silver]"Aye, I think Eastfair has enjoyed our presence long enough,"[/COLOR] muses Nado. [COLOR=silver]"Bragon, y'are thus set on continuing our search? My sword will of course follow ye, through grief or blood, as it has these many seasons."[/COLOR] Nado sets his long, sinewy fingers out on the table, palms up and moves them together, kissing his fingertips. The traditional southron movement seals his oath. The noise of the Hall's taproom momentarily rises as several figures enter through the street's door. Five of them, garbed in leather jerkins, with ribbons of mail exposed at sleeves and belts. One wears a leather helmet. Each bears curved blades and axes. Each to a man is Engolthen, heavily scarred and hard-looking. They glance about the room, now suddenly much quieter, and their eyes linger on your table for a second before moving as a group towards another table. Moments later, the drovers sitting there depart, disappearing towards the back of the room. The five men sit themselves as the noise in the room returns. [COLOR=silver]"That lot means trouble, I would think. And of course, where has our friend Fin got himself to again?"[/COLOR] says Nado. [/QUOTE]

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