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Old 08-06-2004, 07:19 AM   #179
JAG
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Join Date: Nov 2000
Location: St. Paul, MN
Baldar released his concentration from his spellbook as he realized the party was ready to leave, having finally finished butchering the animal. He tucked it back into his robe...it wasn't the most comfortable item to carry, but he would never dream of leaving it somewhere other than his person...and prepared his horse for travel.

He was unsurprised when the Wemic sent him to the back of the party. Baldear knew he would likely be safer in the rear, but noted it was unlikely a coincidence that the back of the party was also the furthest away from the Wemic. Considering their recent exchanges, the situation suited Baldar just fine.

As the boredom from the riding grew, he decided his mind needed an outlet. His gaze kept going to Puli, riding quietly beside him.

"Old One," he said, "I would like to know more about you. I know little of your native land or its history, or how you have come to be so far from home. Perhaps you could indulge my curiosity and speak of your origins."

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