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Travis, ineffective at herding the animals, rushes to the water barrel to fight the fire.
Travis spits, then begins to clean his sword. I say we keep moving. Sitting around is just too damn dull.
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Travis
Good AC 18, touch 11, flat footed 16 Fort 3 Ref 2 Will 0 Draw Greatsword, advance on Gnoll on the left, attack: damage Travis advances wielding his greatsword against the gnoll on the left. Oops I think I missed.
Travis has little to say as he marches through the heat. It is possible to smell the ale he drank the night before in his sweat.
"It's ale ain't it, what's not fine about that." Travis states with finality. "An anyway what's your story, ... Val Roffleson ... you don look like your from these parts..."
Travis awakes, spittle has dripped down one side of his face. He is about to make a jest at the expense of the young and pretty fighter lad, but reconsiders. There is something about Valik that seems to demand respect. |
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