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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Evil Ujio" data-source="post: 2171191" data-attributes="member: 27389">Snarrek moves around the corner, and finds that there is no one there but a lonely lane between two squat huts of bones, leather, wood, and stone.  A stiff breeze wafts out from the sea, bringing the scents of the sea and the cactus fruits to his nose.In that brief moment he feels a blade prickle the small of his back, “And here I was told that you had gone off to become a great hunter and warrior, how disappointing,” the voice says in Low Common, a feminine husky voice with the right accentuations denoting a troll.Snarrek recognizes the voice as that of his old tribe mate, Lekah, at least he hopes so…Garrak“You should do the utmost the to fulfill the potential that the spirits have gifted you with, brother,” Mirlus replies as he splints a soldier’s leg, “they grant you their wisdom and aid and you should honor them by realizing that power that resides inside.  It radiates off all beings like heat, but yours is stronger then most… you will do great things in your lifetime.”Groog & TalosThe soldiers and those gathered, move back from the strange goblin and do not try and interfere with his crazed search of the now dead Water Seeker, laying face down in his own black-red blood.  The smell and sight is enough to make most stomachs churn.Since he is taking 20 I will not divulge what he finds right away… it will take some time.But even with a cursory glance, Groog and Talos can see that this Razormane is a male and he carried  a dagger in his hilt and his now drenched and torn robe seems to denote some sort of status among the Razormane tribe.  But there is little else they can tell at this time…</blockquote>

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