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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Carlo-One" data-source="post: 9746391" data-attributes="member: 7015827">By mid-morning on Tarsakh 12, Aerikoth, Dermot, Rosten and Lloria had returned with Old Hamish to his cabin. The grizzled trapper, still favoring his right leg after the hike to the swamp and back, had a grin on his face as he removed a large stone jug from under his bed. He proposed a drink to their health and to the demise of the trolls, saying it should help clear their minds – and insides – of their troubles. The jug was passed first in the direction of Rosten, as the halfling showed the most obvious interest.Lloria intercepted it and took a small swig, slowly and cautiously, before passing it along. Her helmet was off, displaying the hawkish shape of her brow and the resting-hostile expression it imparted even on a good day. Her expression was flat as it always was, though she evidently had much on her mind, seeming moody.Rosten took a large swig from the jug, clearly more than his fair share, when it arrived in his hands. He wiped his mouth before declaring it was a crying shame that Hamish had stopped making his “poison”, wagering that he would have drinkers collecting the jugs from there to Sembia if he could get it made proper-like. The halfling suggested the old hermit speak to their dwarven companion Darrow, who was starting a brewery, before turning his yellow eyes to Lloria and chiding her with colorful language about looking miserable, when they were alive and drinking with coin in their pockets. (The hin is nothing if not consistent in his fatalistic outlook on life. Yet I do not judge, as were I to have experienced what he did in his cursed previous life as a pirate, I too would no doubt have been driven into the depths of despair. --R)Aerikoth showed no interest in taking a drink from the jug Hamish had proffered. Instead the short wizard stood near the door to the cabin and spoke a swift word of magic while moving his right hand in a circular motion. Immediately a magical effect began cleaning the filth of the swamp and troll lair from his person. Within a short amount of time the wizard’s clothes and person were as clean as could be expected using his arcane skills. He then commented that there was likely still the opportunity to capture a worthy addition to the Quivering Thumb arena, since a troll might have been outside of their lair and could be found by a tracker. The mage also offered, in his usual calm, emotionless tone, to clean the others magically.Lloria looked around at the others in Hamish's cabin, partaking of the moonshine or not. The warrior priest observed that troll blood was a powerful restorative ingredient, and that she had designs on filling several vials with it while cleaning out their lair, but that little skirmish unfolded like a flaming disaster. She declared her strong interest in getting to any trolls that might be around, in order to finish the job.</blockquote>

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