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Soriun was tired from the day's activities, so he only grunted his acknowledgement. He tied up his pony, and unpacked his camp gear. First he removed his armor, and then took out his holy symbol to pray. Once this was done, he moved to clean his pony and make sure that all of the horses were fed. Taking care of the animals helped him relax.
He then took a spot near the fire, opened his bedroll, and took out a flask of beer.
"When's dinner?" he asked as he took a healthy pull from the flask? "I think I'd like to sample some Wemic cuisine." He turned to look for the Wemic, but saw that he was busy overseeing the camp establishment. "I'm not sure if your stomaches will be thankful for it, but I'll prepare the boar with dwarven flavorings. Our food tends to run a bit rich." He smiled "But you may as well start getting used to it. Be sure to drink some beer after each bite."
Soriun cooks dinner. His weapons are close by, but not on him. He is in camp clothes; no armor.
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