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- Speed of Light
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- Douche
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- No Preferences
[dash=#6C9189][BG="grey"]There was a whoooosh! as one of the tent-flaps near Bria buffeted outwards, followed by little magical particles. A moment passed and then Malvolen stepped out from his tent, looking well-rested and well-groomed. His robes weren't even creased and had somehow been cleaned of all the mud from last night.
Malvolen tied his hair in a ponytail then stopped, looking over at the dishevelled girl.
"Morning..."
Bria stared back.
The wizard's sentient trunk scuttled out of the tent behind him, stretching its boney legs, then also stopped and 'looked' at Bria. Malvolen, meawhile, was lighting his pipe for a morning puff.
"Unusual group, you lot. A leper, a pirate, a dragoon, two wenches and a..." He stared over at Caid. Then he puffed his pipe again. "Unusual group. It's no wonder you need my help, really. Adventuring without a proper appreciation of the arcane forces at work..." He shook his head. "I don't know what the world's coming to."
He strolled off across the campsite, the trunk scuttling after him. "What's for breakfast?"
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[/dash]Malvolen tied his hair in a ponytail then stopped, looking over at the dishevelled girl.
"Morning..."
Bria stared back.
The wizard's sentient trunk scuttled out of the tent behind him, stretching its boney legs, then also stopped and 'looked' at Bria. Malvolen, meawhile, was lighting his pipe for a morning puff.
"Unusual group, you lot. A leper, a pirate, a dragoon, two wenches and a..." He stared over at Caid. Then he puffed his pipe again. "Unusual group. It's no wonder you need my help, really. Adventuring without a proper appreciation of the arcane forces at work..." He shook his head. "I don't know what the world's coming to."
He strolled off across the campsite, the trunk scuttling after him. "What's for breakfast?"
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