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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.

Travis closes and strikes at the gnoll threatening Dross.

Travis moves to E9, ready to strike if the gnoll closes.

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.

"Travis" The fat man belches, examining the bottom of his mug.

"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..."

"An excellent cause --- 200 dinars. Another Ale over here! When do we leave?"

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.

Travis belches, lays down his head and begins to snore loudly.