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[Color=tan]Time:[/color] Afternoon
[Color=tan]Location:[/color] Oasis near Dugmaghord
[Color=tan]Interactions:[/color] Rosaria [@potter], Nuallán [@13org]
[Color=tan]Mentions:[/color] 


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Pocket watch
Black stetson
[url=https://64.media.tumblr.com/21f1e1e3d737953a7eb5c90eaed2eb5a/09205ac0ff7c20ac-38/s1280x1920/4c19d54eed512d8aa48cc7ebcd6bab9b6ea3ccca.jpg]Hat and Cowl[/url]
[url=https://imgur.com/2ip8Ivk]Black Duster  Outfit[/url]
[url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6b/ff/91/6bff91839f0ab36a720ef727d55848b3.jpg]Repeating Crossbow[/url]
100 Iron Bolts
100 Steel Bolts
[url=https://i.imgur.com/e5xhRnc.jpg]Champ[/url] (Oak Horse)
Megatron figurine
Hunting knife
Rope
Saddlebag
Black neckerchief
Tinder box
Canteen
Matches
2 lbs of black powder
Two Gold nuggets
$40
Black swim trunks
Teeth Cleanser 
Jumping Shoes 
Body Cleanser
Armpit Fragrance
Birth Preventers (6) 
Dark sight glasses
Wayfinder
First Aid Kit [url=https://imgur.com/Use1YAw]Cloth Armor[/url] 
Mithral Shortsword
3 Red Potions
3 Blue Potions
Strength Gloves

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Slick remained stoic, not wanting to kindle any flames of tension any which way. It was obvious his words struck a nerve in both elves. [Color=tan]“No need to beat a dead horse, Nuallán. I hear ya. You'll gun me down if I disrespec' your lady. Simple solution to my rough words against a soft heart. No more talkin’ from ol’ Slick. Best to keep quiet anyway… [i]It’ll give us an edge[/i].”[/color] Slick spoke as he crouched down while holding his crossbow at the low ready in a spot that was good for surveying an open area containing a pond. The outlaw was tempted to say something that would make both elves tremble harder than the tail of a spooked rattler, but he let his last comment be the last minor dig at the entire reason for the tension at hand. 

[color=tan][i]Come on, Slick. You can’t go hurtin’ feelings in a whole wide world out to get ya! Aurora wouldn’t be too happy if her princess returned with a twisted up face.[/i][/color] 

The trio being invisible to everything but each other was something Slick found mighty nifty. He would have nearly sold his soul to be able to mask himself from both sight and smell back on the frontier. Avalia truly was a grand gift of an experience at times. Sure, there were ways to mask yourself in the old west but it always meant covering yourself with something unpleasant. 

He aimed down his sights at something shifting in the brush. Most likely a creature attempting to get a drink from the pond. Hell, he might do the same after putting the thing down. He took aim, and with a shallow exhale, he fired as hit breached the treeline. 

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