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"I never refuse a nice fish meal. I'll do the fishing, you make a fire."
Allvar picks up a dead kobold's spear, washes his own blood from it and lies down on the pond's edge. After a while, the fish get used to his shadow and come closer. With a quick thrust, Allvar skewers the biggest one of them and pulls it up. |
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"Well Allvar the beauty and complexity of our robes show our ranks in most soccieties and as well we can't wear armor unless it's cloth so I'd much rather wear these then any peasent suit. Enough nagging I do believe that it is time we eat and venture forth deeper into the dungeon, after we eat I should be able to cast again, if not I have material compnets to help me so I don't have to use my energy to cast."
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"Words of wisdom, about the eating.", Allvar says, takes a piece of the fish roasting over the fire and declares it fit to eat. He starts eating with good appetite.
"You know, almost dying makes you real hungry!", He says as he makes his way through his meal. After a remarkably short time, he wipes his mouth and leans back. |
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Alaric laughs thinking he did die,"You know you did die I just brought you back to life before any real damage could be done." Alaric takes a fish and in one big bite the entre thing is gone. "Well that was good, oh crap, you know what I just thought about. We are inside a dangerous cave right, and we are roasting, do you know what we might walk ourselves into!" Alaric sighs and sits back down after ranting.
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