Good thing we have people with the survival skill, or we'd have eaten all of our rations.
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true, although there may be more who have read the books that are willing to DM.
"While they go gather food, I will see to ensuring the camp shields us from the elements."
"Well, I can't say that I wouldn't like to know what the inside of that place is like, but perhaps another day. It might do well for one of you who is a bit of a conversationalist to go see what danger they are guarding against. But yeah, I suppose we should move off the road, get a camp set up. We lookin' for a fire or to keep it dark?"
Kennar waits several hundred paces beyond the checkpoint in an area where people start to head in different directions.
Kennar will keep shuffling forward at the speed of the crowd, knowing that his delivery is the ultimate goal here.
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to determine the best way out of town, avoiding main streets if possible (if i dont already know a good way out)
Kennar pulls his hood up and makes for the back door, ducking into any available shadow upon exiting. He draws an axe along the way.
"I'll drink to that" Kennar says, lifting his mug in one hand and a battle Axe in the other.
Awesome!
A burly man stands up from his table, grabbing a pouch with a seed in it. He has brown hair, green eyes, and the calloused hands of a man who works hard for a living. He wears chain mail under his weather cloak, and carries more than a few axes of varying sorts. "Too long have I labored for this city, only to see the benefit go to black-booted thugs. I'll gladly deliver this seed if it means we get those goons out of the lands of man for good." |