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[color=red]Time:[/color] Morning
[color=red]Location:[/color] River Port Beach
[color=red]Interactions:[/color] Annya [@princess] , Saorise [@Potter] Raven [@Tae], Ismael [@Th3King0fChaos]
[color=red]Equipment:[/color] Cobalt Saber, Cobalt Half Plate, 1490 Amas, Map of Avalia, Lantern, Water Flask, 3x Torch, x10 Travel Rations, Washing Brush.

Kharne just gave Annya a smirk and a nod before going off with the rest to the bathing tents and started working himself over. Unlike the others he didn't get into a tub or shower. He stripped without a care and sat on a stool with a bucket of water and began scrubbing himself. It seemed as a reptilian being he bathed differently without moving water. While he cleaned himself he listened to the others speak. [color=gray]"A medic will be useful. I don't think anyone here has knowledge beyond the most basic of medical knowledge.[/color] He rumbled out, any healer of any sort was insanely handy to have around. It seemed the behemoth didn't really understand dwarvish jokes or sayings.

Then Red spoke up, getting a sigh from the bulky dragonborn. [color=gray]"No one here is a main character...this isn't a story or a show, this is real life leading up to combat and war. Do not treat this as a game or you will die or get someone else killed."[/color] Kharne rumbled seriously, giving the two humans a stern look. While he was giving the stink-eye Ismael made up with Kaleb, apparently something had gone on between them during the event? He had never been close enough to the pair for long to see much of anything. But whatever had happened has been sorted out. Good, nothing else needed to happen on that front!

Kaleb talked about a casting couch, and something called Youtube. This got the youth a strange look from him. [color=gray]"You might not want to say things like that. We're trying to keep you hidden while training..."[/color] He rumbled out quietly before sighing. Introductions? But everyone here knew him except Arn really.

[color=gray]"I'm a mercenary and have been for a little over forty years. My thoughts is she's being a little soft with our charges, but not every day can be grueling training so I understand where she's coming from. Otherwise she's doing the best she can with the situation she's in and the resources she has."[/color] He replied, giving his honest thoughts. Unfortunately things didn't stay peaceful, another broadcast.

[color=gray][i]Can't anyone trace these fucking things?[/i][/color] He growled mentally, the broadcasts were all long and drawn out. Oh boy now demons were in the mix, and probably all of the big ones like Pride here. They quartered a human, how they found one and where he didn't know. Nor did he know how they got summoned considering only elves over a millennium old seemed to have the power and knowledge. The giant was clean enough and wasn't in the mood for any form of extra, so he dressed just as wind began to howl.

And here comes a worst case scenario! [color=gray]"Get dressed, now! Don't even bother drying! Red, go to her and try to calm her down! If that wind is too much then let me lead."[/color] He ordered with a slightly raised voice. Which made him boom. It didn't take a genius to figure out who was making a vortex considering she has blasted a several hundred pound troll off his face and into a tree.