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Wrinkling his brow in thought, Tams eventually shakes his head at Anwel's question. "Can't say that I've ever seen Akiros myself. I've heard, he tends to keep himself, to himself most of the time." He snaps his fingers, "But I bet if anyone's seen him, it would be Kressle. After all, she was one o' his bosses."
Tams struggles awake as Anwel has to work rather had to rouse the tired bandit after his day of heavy labor. "Wha...who's there...goblins?" As he gathers himself enough to understand and make sense of Anwel's repeated question the bandit runs his hands over his face a couple of times and says tiredly, "Oh. The ole frog man. He's alright. He makes the stuff the Stag Lord likes to drink." Still a bit blurry eyed he glances in Garuum's direction. "Yeah. That's him. Kressle was responsible for makin' sure the stuff got delivered south every couple o' weeks." He shrugs his shoulders and then turns over to go back sleep. "Didn't realize it was already time for another shipment."
Tams finishes picketing the horses and then listens quietly as the group goes back and forth over the leadership issue and Anwel's revelation. Pulling out a small pipe he tamps down a pinch of dried leaf and lights it using a small piece of tinder from Gorax's growing pyre. When approached by Warren, he nods at the druid and turns to get started on the work. After taking a few steps he pauses and swings back around with a puzzled look on his face. "Umm. Hey boss?" He says to Warren as his eyes flick between the druid and the growing column of smoke from the pyre. "Aren't all these fires goin' to 'tract a little attention that you all were lookin' to avoid?" |
