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GM said:The man appears to be the thinnest, middle-aged Markidian any of them has seen, thin enough that he may be Faethrin instead of Aedaman, but none of the party has ever seen a gray-skinned Faethrin.
The man turns at the sound of voice. He does not smile or gesture or offer any sign of friendliness. He nods twice then turns back to walk under the covered structure. He picks up a dark stick and stirs each of the four, large containers before setting the stick aside.... Taylar... "Greetings..."
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The man laughs. "Naglyy osel. Most Maldrog think with their fists. Are you not a clever one? And a Shimadow who does not seem a sociopath, watching everything but me. And then you, calm a quiet, a Kinamin, I surmise, yet I have never met a Kinamin who was not a complete lunatic. Hmm.."Taylar shrugs... "Well... You mentioned West Cove and their religion. Do you know much about them?"
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Taylar chuckles and... will look around...
98(+46)=144
Raven Elk... grips his spear...
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... Taylar... drops all pretense... "... Do you support the efforts of this religious war?...
100(+16)=116
"And," Raven Elk interjects, "... what do you 'trade'... for the hides?... who are you armoring, and to what purpose?"
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