War of the Lost Kingdom

Alright boys, what do you have?

If we're going to go again, might as well double it.

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Beast of Burden

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Doc looks at Greta out of the corner of his eye, watching her stare into her mug. He's 3 drinks in, but if she's finished talking he still has enough sense to leave the subject be...for now.

Rarely very hungry, Doc grabs a chunk of dried meat and takes a few modest bites.

"Bottoms up and then we head back?" Doc suggests

Beast of Burden

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In response, Greta deadpans "I never got a chance to fight anybody, but maybe we’ll get lucky on the walk back to the fort?" Greta eats more dried meat and bread, washing it down with the tasty ale.

"Until next time Toyacheck!" she says, offering her hand again to the burly Taur behind the bar as she rises up ready to depart.

You can call me Ferruld. What, too afraid to play? I thought you were supposed to be the toughest, bravest, smartest soldiers in the world. But I guess that only applies to the grunts, not the officers. I put the deck in my pocket and turn to walk away.

As I walk away I have my mage hand wave goodbye.

The Barracks

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"Thanks for the food and drink, Greta."
He says as they approach their room; a bit tipsy but genuine
"I am not so used to hospitality...and sometimes that is warranted. All the same I appreciate the company."

Greta nods in acceptance of Docaster’s words "You are good company too. You don’t talk too much. I like that."

The warrior shrugs off her mail shirt and arranges her weapons strategically around her bed, slipping the dagger under her pillow and cradling her sword like a favorite doll. She casts a wary glance over to where the wild cat and its mistress were and she mutters a
curse in Vatille before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.