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Mavirr took the reins of the pack horse and jumped onto his horse.
"Well then, now that we have decided to move along, we should still be on the look-out for that thief." He looked around at the other heroes, and licked his lips.
"I can't believe no one brought ale." He frowned a bit, and then jumped off his horse. Mavirr picked up a couple of sharp rocks that were laying by the boulder, and put them in his pocket. He then jumped back on the horse.
"I have great aim for a rock-throwing bard! I think these may come in handy, in case we want to anger some nomads." Mavirr grinned at Soriun and then winked.
"It seems like some of our heroes have a knack for angering others." He winked at Soriun again and slowly trotted to ride behind the wemic and Paladin.
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