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Painted Moose rolled 3 6-sided dice:
5, 5, 2
Total: 12 (3-18)
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Sabra Knight rolled 3 6-sided dice:
6, 1, 3
Total: 10 (3-18)
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2015 10:52 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2015 11:07 am
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Her olive ears perked at the sound, and when she turned she was, yet once again, face with a rogue. Surely Iaana would have remembered such a dark pelt among the leopards she served. She came to a slow stop, watching him from behind her scruffy mane.
"It's as good as any, sir," She answered with a pleasant enough smile. "I'm from the Mlima Tuokoa, a colony just up the mountain pass. If you're looking for a warm place to stay I can show you the way." With rogues she felt a little bolder. He wouldn't yet know the strict social castes that bound her, or the rules they followed. Iaana'damu felt no unease when looking him in the eye.
"This winter has been harsh, and I ask, as an extension of the colony, that if you have any pelts you are willing to trade that you seek out one of our merchants. Every bit helps, which is why I am out today."
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2015 11:14 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2015 11:24 am
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"Then this is not the area for you." Iaana'damu answered with a soft smirk. Having been raised in the chill, she was beyond used to the temperature drops. It must have been quite a change indeed for this stranger, but there would be someone to tend to him. Possibly even her, if there were not other duties set before her.
"A warm den with a full stomach." The offer was tempting, even to her. Surely that would be more than enough incentive for him to assist their cause? And as it turned out, she was correct. Although, she thought with pride, she very rarely was ever incorrect.
"Ah, then you've had no more luck than I." She motioned to her little stack set off to the side. "A few jackal pelts and a scrap of another. A crafter can weave them into something larger, or at the very least, the smaller ones can be used for the cubs."
Bowing her head to him, she moved to shoulder her own pelts and towards the mountain she walked. Her own pelt blended with the deadened grass around them; another sign that she held the blood of the usurper. A bitter reminder that set her teeth on edge every time she looked at it.
"That Masters will be very glad for your assistance, sir."
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2015 11:29 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2015 11:36 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2015 11:45 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2015 11:51 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2015 11:56 am
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