[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Updates[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[b][color=6ecff6]Season:[/color][/b] Late Fall/Early Winter
[b][color=6ecff6]Time Of Day:[/color][/b] Early Morning
[b][color=6ecff6]Weather:[/color][/b] Cool air, some clouds, air is clean - Thank what ever god you worship
[b][color=6ecff6]General Ambiance:[/color][/b] Tense, it is just tense everywhere.  
[b][color=6ecff6]Location:[/color][/b] Hamlet of Salarn in the region of Gorlf just south of the Orc Settlement of Yzewz
[b][color=6ecff6]Setting:[/color][/b] Salarn

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=a187be][center]Kyra Altham[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] The Cross Swords Tavern
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Stuff and Thangs
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	"Morning to you all, I will be right back, going to prepare the wagon," Cremwise said with a bright smile before toddling out the front door of the tavern as Femnal was preparing breakfast back in the kitchen.

	[color=a187be]"Morning every.."[/color] Kyra began as she looked around and then took a head count. They seemed to be missing two, well one in all honesty; Lob was there, just still dreaming.

	[color=a187be]"Sundos, would you be kind enough to rouse Lob, you did make him your responsibility if I remember correctly,"[/color] Kyra said as she motioned over towards the sleeping half orc. She knew better than to wake one, she had before and ended up in a near hug of a snuggle she wished she could forget.

	[color=a187be]"And Lucan, could you or Keystone go wake.. Oh what was her name? Sorry, she and I were never really introduced last night. Any who, someone needs to wake her and better one of you two who have actually spoken with her than me,"[/color] Kyra rambled off as she went through her pack to ensure she had everything she would need.

	Ash padded around the room in the meantime, jaunting into the kitchen only to get shooed away rather quickly by Femnal, who was none to pleased to have a Dire Wolf run off with a roasted chicken secured in his jowls.