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Post by Cherry on Aug 23, 2006 16:45:01 GMT -5
Meta nodded, gathering up her scattered belongings and sticking them back in the bag. "I think I'll do well to get myself a staff. This dinky little dagger won't protect me." She sighed, rubbing the back of her head.
The Doppleganger turned and began to walk towards the main camp. "I'll look for a healer for the time being."
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Bandoal
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Life is a dream, and death the waking
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Post by Bandoal on Aug 23, 2006 20:53:19 GMT -5
Bandoal nodded as he picked up his few belongings and followed Meta. "Sounds like a pla...an," he said, wincing as a fresh torent of pain shot through his shoulder. "I could use some provisions," he said, scratching his head thoughtfully. His stomach rumbled loudly again and he put a hand to it. "And some nicely cooked meat."
'And mabey some cheese and ale, and fresh bread,' he thought as he walked along, Feder following along, sniffing the ground as they went.
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