Part 1 - Night of Deadly Stars

Ygne had been moping for the past few hours, and it didn't look like there was much of an end in sight. The young lady had found a fruitful berry bush just off of the road earlier, and despite any insistence that she leave it alone, she had climbed through it to get the ripest handfuls of berries. By the time she realized the bush was covered in burrs it was too late, and Ygne's wolf-fur clothing was covered in prickly seeds. She cursed for a solid half-minute as she tried her best to brush them out. The berries turned out to be sour, anyhow, and they were tossed off the side of the path moments later.

Now she was grumbling, digging burrs out of her hair and flicking them at the marsh-drakes when Hosford wasn't looking. Succeeding at this task was all that seemed to bring her joy on an otherwise unfortunate day for her. It wasn't certain why she would take this job; she appeared entirely uninterested. In her late adolescent years or perhaps her early twenties, Ygne looked entirely out of place for the typical commoner of her age. Instead of gowns or cloth clothes, she wore wolf hide and fur, including the head of the pelt which she used as a hood when the northern breeze rolled in. Her skin was darkened by the sun and riddled with dirt stains and small scars, covered here and there with what seemed like red warpaint. Her hair was matted and tangled, like no attempt has been made to tame it in months. She carried a one-handed half-spear in her right hand and a layer of thick wood banded together was strapped to her back.

It had become obvious very early in the journey that Ygne didn't speak common as well as most, judging by her broken dialect and common misuse of words. "This stinks," she sulked, flicking another burr at a marsh-drake, "When do we get t' Candy Fen an' say g'bye to the wish-be dragons?"

Quietly surveying the land around it, Robon listens casually to the conversation taking place. It's so different above ground, muses forgeborn to itself. Turning it's mechanical head, the forgebren asks Hosford, "What is Candelfen like? I'm not familiar with it, or the surrounding area?"

"Trees, trees, trees. That's all that's in lousy Dragon Wood," Ygne mutters, picking another burr off of her arm. "Candlefan is probably made of trees, too," She continues, dragging her feet noisily over the dirt, "The Wild Wood's got better trees; an' streams n' rocks, too."

She wrinkles her nose, "An' no stinkin' cow-dragons."

Ygne's eyes light up at the mention of bandits, and she gives a quick cursory glance around herself as though they might be listening in. "Not anymore," She whispers, grinning wickedly at Jack while turning her spear about in her hand.

"Coin?" she ponders, glancing around at her feet, treading carefully as though she might harm it if she stepped on it. "No." She answers abruptly.

"But the Wild Wood is the greatest, most wonderful place! Why not sell your stinky lizards there, Mary?" Ygne asks all too loudly, neglecting to consider how it's on the other end of the Dragon Empire.

The Half-Elf, who was buried in his books, loses concentration because of all the chatter around him. "Can we keep it a teensy bit quieter. I am trying to read here."

Milo is keeping the most quiet of the group. He is a white-haired man of average height with a build of lean dense muscle. His face bears a single scar across it, but otherwise he has an approachable, calm look about him. He looks more priest than fighter, hardly an adventurer. He wears white robes with a black accented covering, A red belt, Leather bracers, and thick leather tabi. On his neck is a necklace of large beads the size of apples. His clothes seemed to be very clean for so much travel. Other than his traveling pack, he carries only a staff with a series of rings on the end. They clang as he walks, due to him using the staff as a walking stick.
He had not known these people for long, and was pleased to be doing simple work for a change as he heads towards Candlefen. Compared to the mountains he had been staying and training for the last ten or so years, the wooded roads were very comfortable. Shade protects from the hot sun, but does not cause it to be overly cold. He walks along humming and smiling. He is particularly pleased to be working with a forgeborn. He had never seen one before that was allowed to do as it wished.
He appreciates that Tomlin would like it to be quiet for his reading and thus does not walk near him least the sound of dancing metal on his staff disturb the half-elf. Ygne was one he had been worried about, eating strange berries and the like, but he decided not to interfere with her actions earlier. It was not his place to tell others what they are to do. The only one he had even heard of before this venture was Jack, but he elected not to discuss his doings either.
All in all, Milo was pleased to be moving again, and hoped very much that he will do some good with these people.

Ygne grinned a big, toothy smile when Jack laughed, and she strut about proudly for a few paces at having humored him. She was disturbed from her small victory when Tomlin spoke up, however. She picked another burr out of her hood and flicked it at him. When she spoke, she was none quieter than before; perhaps somewhat louder, "What're ya readin', then?"

"Oh, it's a treatise on the Elven Dwarven relations. The effects of the peace treaty and the initial opposition it faced in both societies.", Tomlin mentions enthusiastically.

Though there was no sign of a struggle at the carriage, the party eventually decided to check around before they moved on. It didn't sit right with everyone to simply pass on. Unfortunately after over two hours of searching, no evidence of the carriage's travelers were found. The group was puzzled by the strange lack of ownership. After some disagreement on what to do with the carriage, Hosford put her foot down and said to move on without disturbing it. She is a superstitious woman and didn't want to "Fall into some ghost's trap". The group moved on, hoping to find the owners along the road.
The fog did not let up, and eventually the group found visibility so low they could lose track of each other if they ventured more than twenty feet from one another. Then the strangest thing happened. The group found themselves at the carriage again, despite certainly moving forward along the road away from it. They, at first, thought it to be a new carriage in a similar circumstance, but the same yellow bird was inside. Perhaps they got turned around? Or perhaps...

There was a good bit of conversation about the carriage at that point, and after Ygne ran a few laps in this cursed loop they'd stumbled upon, it was certain that this was no coincidence. Tomlin elected to read the book stored within, flipping through to the bookmark to find an unsettling passage.

"It is He that wears the color of madness." Their studious companion read aloud. The bird chirped, and Tomlin continued, "It is He. It is He. I've made these steps a thousand times, though I run in place. I look at my companion and my mind burns yellow." As he studied other pages, Hosford frowned and protested nervously. This didn't keep Jack and Robon from searching around the site while Milo pondered the nature of this cursed area. Eventually Robon discovered a small key, half-buried in the soil, perfectly sized to fit into the bird's cage. It chirped, flapping its wings against its confines madly.

So much of that encounter baffled Robon. It knew the dwarven tunnels backwards and forwards, but here, in all this open space, it seemed like a circular path was impossible. How could one get mixed when you could walk in literally any direction? Yet, there they were walking in circles. There was magic there. A trick. We had been toyed with by the owners of the caravan. With no living thing in sight though, there was nothing to focus on except the bird. Maybe the book? Ynge had looked them over and come back with arcane phrases. Clues of some sort? Who knew? The dwares kept records of important things, the forgeborn had thought to itself then. Perhaps there was useful information in the book. Milo and Jack had also spent time searching for clues. Was this a trap? A practical joke? It had been magical in nature, and of course the source was right in front of their faces. The group had fanned out, seeking clues only to come face to face with a small family that had concealed itself in shadows that none of the convoy had taken notice of. Hosford was unsettled and spent time among his cargo trying to keep calm and under control. No one wanted a marsh-drake stampede. Robon picked up the key it had found, unsure of what to do with it. Looking at the previously concealed people it said, Perhaps these people know what is going on here?

Milo bows his head to the people and takes several steps towards them, giving a genuine smile. "Hello. Don't mind him there, we will certainly pay for the apple." He says pointing to Jack.
"Are you lost? We are having a hard time moving along ourselves, and we certainly wouldn't mind helping each other out."

Milo does his best to keep his aura unassuming and friendly, not wanting to scare away people who may need help.

"That was a rather harrowing experience... I have to say it is nothing like I have read about before. Maybe we can find someone in the town who has more knowledge about it. Maybe I should have checked it for magical disturbances.", says Tomlin.

"Any'un else think that fog smelled off?" Ygne pondered, sniffing a bit. Perhaps there'd be something wrong about it that had them turned around repeatedly. When she spotted the second apple that Jack had stolen, her eyes lit up and she beamed, quickly forgetting any worries about the fog. She gave him a quick, affirming nod, none too subtly, before she addressed the kids, "Anythin' happens, an' you just stick near me, young'uns! I'm usually Ygne the Wicked, but.. today I'll be Ygne the Heroic and see you to a new home!"

She began to march beside the carriage, idly chatting, "It'll be great. New home, new food to try, new parents; You'll love it!"

Pleased with the outcome, Robon agreed to push forward with the rest. This is a worthwhile outcome, but we must keep our guard up. The additional carriage could be good help, and surely the journey can't be too perilous to their destination if that family had also made the trip.

The scene is pretty, and Robon enjoys it immensely, but the aged woman that has addressed the group is hard to look away from. In this case though, rather than speak, Robon defers to the others around, and looks expectantly at Hosford.

Milo takes a few steps forward ahead of the group to address the woman. "Of course, we head to Candlefen. If you are stuck in this wood, then we do not mind you coming along."

Ygne strides up next to Milo, shoving her left forearm through the straps of her makeshift shield and getting a firm grip on her spear. She calls out after Milo's address, "Except we would mind! We're in bandit 'fested woods, so we don't offer rides t' strangers!" Ygne makes a face, points at the children and says, "Except those strangers!" She then drives the tip of her spear in the ground and shouts, "So get outta th' way 'fore you catch a beating!"

Milo surveys the woman, holding his hand out with his palm facing Ygne, "Lets not be too hasty." he says to his companions cooly.

Ygne grins, pointing her spear toward the bridge, "I'm always too hasty."

Milo, not wanting to assume the worst in them, takes a few more steps forward. "Are you two nervous? Or perhaps sick?" He keeps a wary eye on them, but still says "I may be able to help you."

The group assembled makes Milo hesitate a bit, and Robon seeing this, immediate;y falls back into his old habits as a guard. His focus now is as much on the group of strangers as it is to the amount of space between them and the party of travelers Candlefen. As well, Robin moves, as inconspicuously as possible to place himself relatively close to Milo, but as an obstacle for any line of sight between the travelers and the group of strangers.

Growing tired of their silence, Ygne huffs in irritation. "These three are dumber than the dragon-cows," she grumbles, striding toward the bridge and shouting "That's it! Get off an' let us through!"

Milo gives a weak smile at Ygne as she behaves so rudely, but at Hosford's hesitation he yields. "I apologize, it is not in my authority to allow you to join us. I am glad you have some form of..." He gives a raised eyebrow to the shammblers "...protection." He returns to his normal smile. "Do be wary from bandits."

Ygne huffs in irritation, standing her ground on the other side of the three, upon the bridge. The fact that she hadn't been attacked by now meant that these three were possibly not as dangerous as she'd expected. Not that Ygne would ever admit that. "Every Elf I've met is named Silverleaf, anyhow," she grumbles quietly, childishly, "Probably made it up."

She rests her spear in the crook of her arm and makes a shooing motion with the freed hand.

In contrast to Jack's near-excitement at the prospect of some action, Milo was quite pleased that only a few setbacks had befallen the group. He was in no mood to fight, least of all a woman who may actually just want help. Hearing Knife-Eye's proposal to his current employer, Milo holds his breathe for Hosford's response. He very much would like to help the woman, despite her foul-smelling guards, but considers it far from his place to outright allow it. Still, if Hosford accepted the Theif's idea, then it would allow him to do so.

Ygne looks concerned by Hosford's statement. Suddenly her eye twitches. She goes cross-eyed for just a moment before she blinks rapidly and rubs at her peepers.

"Yes!" Ygne approves of Jack's plan, thumping the butt of her spear on a plank of the wooden bridge. "Why jus' part ways when we could have them give us their gold? Just in case they're bandits. Bandits 'ave lots of gold." Ygne's smile is beaming bright, proud of herself despite it being Jack's plan.

The odd trio stands before the makeshift convoy, and Robon feels uneasy about the arrangement. This is peculiar. My experience as a bodyguard tells me something is off here.His loyalty, at least until the coin purse is empty lies to Hosford. If he wishes to take the group along with him, then so be it. Robon is forced to acquiesce to his employer's decision.

Milo exhales, relieved. He smiles to the strange woman. "Welcome aboard. I am Milo."

"Ygne the Kind," she introduces herself, smacking her lips like it left a bad taste in her mouth. She was completely displeased with her recent morality, even if it was for gold.

I am Robon. It nods and resumes its place alongside the caravan.

Milo is quick to react, He leaps from his bedroll, forgoing his staff and pack, and looks about to get his bearings, ensuring none of his allies have been injured. His heart beating with adrenaline, he takes off after one set of marsh drakes once he notices their dispersal.
"I'll get these back! Someone get thoe over there!" Milo yells over the pandemonium.

Robon reacts out of instinct and wildly chases after the marsh-drakes, in an attempt to get them all under control.

"Do any of you have these things under control?" Robon shouts to his colleagues. "We may need to coordinate out efforts. Hosford, is there a trick to getting their attention?"

"Oh, look! Fire!" Ygne shouts as the comet meanders about the sky. Soon, however, her words are more true than she originally intended, as pieces of the comet blast the wood around the group. Ygne crouches low, curses aloud as she tries to find some kind of cover. When the lizards all begin to flee, she scowls, stands up tall, and bellows, "Get back here, stink-dragons! GET IN LINE!"

Milo breathes hard, having a rough time with the beasts. "I'd no idea they would be so skittish!"
He drains some water from his canteen, and heads after those remaining. He can no longer see them, but goes in the direction he remembers seeing them go. As he jogs he wonders about the comet, "I've heard so little about falling stars, I never imagined they would be so dangerous!". He glances at the various craters and blown apart woods and shakes his head. "So much for being fun celestial events to wish upon."

Ygne, having done nothing but bark orders at the marsh drakes, goes about to round up the last ones, smacking the back of their legs with the haft of her spear.

Still seeing the creatures on the run, Robon reacts and tries to corral the last few.

Milo, completely spent from his herding, agrees as long as he can get right to sleep. He unpacks his bedroll and curls up for a deep and restful sleep, skipping his meditation for the night. Normally the thought of only undead watching over him would keep him from it, but he hadn't worked so hard in a long time.

"Ready!" says Robon Quickly scanning the area it notes Jack alert and surprised. "What's happening? Are the marsh-drakes running away again?" Stopping to listen for a threat, it's unclear that there is anything immediately present. Still, magic can hide anything, so...there could be pretty much anything out there.

Robon looks out into the surroundings and awaits either orders or some whatever menacing entity may have disturbed Jack.

"You're probably going to have to. The drakes stay with us," says Robon as definatly as possible. What are these things to be worth so much to people? It wonders considering the effort being made to herd them from point A to point B.

"A fight!" Ygne says, startling awake and springing to her feet. She grabs up her shield and spear, glancing around herself for any sign of the threat. "Been waitin' for you for a week now!" She shouts, charging the treeline blindly.

Milo wakes up last and yawns rubbing his eyes. He quickly reads the situation, having missed the threat. "Listen friends, we don't have to do this. You can leave us be." He tries to warn them, reaching down and picking up his staff. Then Ygne charges! "There goes any chance for a peaceful way out of this." He thinks as he watches her go.

Weapon drawn, Robon is ready.

Milo rushes forward after Ygne. Not wanting to leave the impatient wildwoman on her own among them.

"Found you!" Ygne shouts, cackling wildly!

Ygne, whose feet had her moving before her eyes spotted any threats, steers her course in the direction of the largest concentration of enemies and engages one of the bandits. "You die first," she grins, eyes wide at her opponent. It is curious why she even carries a shield, as she stabs so wildly and dances about so much that she hardly uses it.

Milo sprints forth at one of the archers, his right arm twisted around his staff, and causing it to lean across his back. He spins it around as gets before the foe and jabs forth with the non-ringed butt of his staff, putting all his gathered momentum in. Milo's focus is razor-sharp as he strikes...

With Milo under attack, Robon steps forward and lays into the thug attacking it's colleague. The forgeborn's spear flies out at its foe, and it moves to engage the enemy. The forgeborn laments that it's allies have all charged off after the enemies with no plan of action.

"We must work together to beat these fools," Robon shouts to Milo. "We cannot give them any chance to let us be disorganized."

Despite Robon's warnings, Ygne is an expert at being disorganized. This disorganization is particular showcased by the way she stumbles forward, past her opponent, before spinning around and attempting to make it look intentional. Appearing utterly frustrated at her failed attempt, Ygne snarls and jabs with her spear once again. "If I say die, then you need to die!" She shouts in annoyance.

Milo heads from the one he felled to the next one, focusing on the nearest archer to himself. He rushes forward at the foe and throws his elbow forward in a fierce strike! He hopes to break the opponents nose and keep him from being able to aim!
"Don't hold this against me!" He shouts as he attacks his target!
His blow is actually from his other style, showing mastery of his art as he is able to switch mid-fight into a new attack!

Sticking with Milo, Robon sees his mark dive into the bushes as it narrowly evades a blow. "Our foe can't get away so cleanly!" Shouts the forgeborn as it dives into the bush after the enemy.

In truth, Ygne had her eyes closed for that last attack. By the time she had opened them again, her target was killed, and she grinned from ear to ear thinking that she had bested her foe single-handed.

With a prideful look in her eye, she charges the next nearest foe...

"oohbb*>,ubi" says Robon as he takes the last blow.

Running up to the one who attacked Rubon, Mile leaps into the air and attempts smash his knee into the opponents face!

As one attempts to swing and hit Milo with his mace, the monk juts his staff out, mid-jump, and thrust it into his face!

Ygne steps up, and pokes lightly at the bandit with the point of her spear, "Or another fifteen of your friends waitin' to ambush us. He should be taught the same lesson as the others about why you don't try to steal from me."

Milo puts his fist into the palm of his other hand and bows slightly to the dead bandits. "Bare us no ill will." He says to the fallen men. Then he walks over to those in his party, "Is anyone injured? It was quite a scuffle." He smiles weakly at Robon. "I'm afraid any damage you suffer is likely outside of my know-how."

Milo checks each person in turn, and uses first aid on whatever wound he can. He wraps cuts, binds strains, and cleans wounds. All save for Robon as he is no mechanic. Once everyone has been seen to, he sees to his own injuries.
"Careful now, stop dancing around." He eases at Ygne.
He is attentive to his work, and does his best to help his allies.

"Get offa me!" Ygne shouts when Milo attempts to help her injuries, hopping back and away from him, "I'll dance as much as I like."

She grunts and points at their captive with her spear, "Quick, lets kill this one and move on."

"15 more marsh-drakes. Enticing. Almost as much as handing you over to the authorities," says Robon flatly. "I vote to bring him with us until we get to town. Killing him might end the threat, but it won't provide us with any information, like, where did he and his cohorts come from." And with that Robon momentarily moves so as to block whatever lethal strikes Ynge might be lining up.

"Uugghh," Ygne groans, "But why do we care? He robbed us! He and his cohordes could just be all dead and we leave it at that." She holds her arms out to the side, "And no one would care! 'Sides, we've already got one job to do."

Milo shakes his head at Ygne, but does not give his voice to the matter.

"Bah," Ygne scoffs, walking away from the man, "Do as you want, but anything goes wrong and it's on you."

"If any a' you were bein' kept in a bear cage, I'd gladly take my gold an' leave," Ygne grumbles, perhaps making a decent counter-argument, but really she's just complaining.

Milo puts his fist in his palm and bows his head slightly, "Greeting good sir. We are adventurers-for-hire, and we are here on business. Simply trying to make ends meat." he says politely. "It has been something of a grueling trip, could you point us in the direction of an inn?"

Ygne grunts rudely at the man and passes him by on her way to the inn.

Robon follows it's companions to the Sleeping Hound, and thanks the guard, "Well met, and thank you." By now Hosford has disappeared into the crowd and Robon can't help but be intrigued that the marsh-drakes seem to evoke no interest from people in the town despite being attacked on the road. Then it wonders, "Friends, how will we meet Hosford again? Will she be staying at the Sleeping Hound as well? Perhaps we should find this market where the drakes are being sold."

Milo smiles "That is a good idea Robon. Let us establish for ourselves room and board and then we will go out to find her together." Milo heads into the inn and rents a room for the day and coming night, paying whatever the standard fare is. He also gives the patrons of the room, as well as the inn itself, a detailed look-over.

"You are very gracious." Milo says with respect, giving a genuine smile with his eyes closed for a moment and bowing his head slightly. "Rarely have we been given such a warm reception. Is there perhaps something you would need adventurers for?" He gestures to the others in his group, "We are always on the lookout for good work."

"Free?" asks Robon incapable of sounding a bit incredulous. "Um, thank you, and my name is Robon." The forgeborn awkwadly salutes Jon before adding, "That is very generous. You seem unsettled though. Is there a problem? Perhaps one we should know about?"

Milo listens intently with a furrowed brow. "I see, and you would be wanting us to find out about them for you?" The monk asks, with some skepticism underling his voice, "or were you hoping for something more drastic from us?"

The words "probing our defenses..." are echoed as Robon repeats part of the conversation. "I'm sorry Jon, did you want us to look into this, or were you just curious if we knew anything about it?" The nature of the meeting makes Robon skeptical, but he's not uninterested in the prospect of further work, even if sleuthing isn't his forte.

Ygne, to this point, had been noisily downing her meal---a small tray of boiled mutton and millet bread---picking the meat with her fingers and shoveling it into her mouth. She narrows her eyes a bit at the elder as he sits down with them, but seems unable to be too distracted from her meal. At one point she stops, a full slice of bread pinched between her teeth, as she starts scratching under her left arm. Eventually she pulls out another bur from the prickly bush she'd fallen into days ago, flicking it away with a grunt before resuming her meal.

At the mention that their food and beds would be free, Ygne very casually waves down a barmaid and signals for another order of meat and drink. She does not seem surprised by the generosity, perhaps downright expecting it. "Only weak, squishy cowards wear masks. Sounds like a bunch a' freaks," Ygne blurts out behind half a mouthful of food, "Of course we'll teach 'em a lesson."

"How much-.." She pauses, swallowing her food and taking a quick swig of water before continuing, "How much does that kind of thing pay around here?"

Milo stands from his seat, "Well if we were to refuse we could just as easily be in danger being here. Where is your sick house? I haven't time to train your people to fight, but I can certainly teach them the basics of healing." Once he has his heading, Milo turns to his friends. "I understand if you do not want to stay and help them with me, but I do hope that you will. You all have grown on me somewhat." He heads out the tavern, elated at the excuse to teach the locals his trade.

He leaves and heads to where Jon presumably told him, a large wooden building resembling a church. Once he gets there he finds a somewhat sorry sight: archaic medicine. In the large, one-story, open area inside the sick house he finds rows of cots. Some have sick or injured in them, but not too many. However, those in charge of taking care of the sick and infirm is almost entirely composed of a coven of nuns, with a few volunteers as well. After a quick discussion with the head nun, Milo is unpleasantly met with the information that the nuns still practice bleeding and following the four humors.

Over the next few hours he assists in taking care of anyone who is ill and infirm to quickly empty the sick house best he can. Once done, and only the truly in trouble patients remain, he gathers all the workers. "Forgive me for my criticism, but you all are harming far more than you are helping. Forget all that you have been taught, and embrace my teachings." He says sternly, almost nastily, then catches himself "...please. I don't mean to undermine any of your traditions or leaders, but it is far to important too save people." He exhales, and returns to his composed smile.
"Be who you want to be, not who you have been." He thinks to himself, always remembering his teaching from master Jihao.

He gathers some tomatoes and other fruits and vegetables so that he can have them all practice stitching. "Its not unlike mending a garment." He says aloud to the group as he demonstrates. "You will notice that fluids will get on you as you sew it up. When that happens, finish your task and then go wash your hands in a fresh basin. We will need water to be dumped and more received nonstop." Then he moves on to more first aid, including putting pressure on wounds and burning wounds closed. Though when he gets frustrated he becomes quickly angry and sometimes says harsh things, Milo usually reels himself back in or apologizes.

He spends the majority of his time there for as long as they have.

With a loud scoff at the elder, Ygne boasts, "Havin' me on yer side's all ya need!"

"It isn't just blis-.. balt.. bols.." She pauses, brow knitted together as she works through the word, "Bolst... er..? Bliss.. blister. Blistering! It isn't jus' blistering yer ranks when you're gettin' Ygne th' Monster on yer side!" Ygne has a big, confident grin on her face, sitting tall and proud in her chair. She lets out a hearty belch, soon receiving her new plate of mutton that she begins to gobble up.

"Sure, I can help," says Robon. "I've got experience working as a guard so I'd be happy to pass some of that on to the town. Give me a bit of time to think up how the best way to teach people this would be. Fair?" the forgeborn asks Jon.

Robon motions the others near to it, and whispers, "we need to discuss this later. There's a missing variable in this equation, and I'd like to know what it is before we commit to anything. Not that I'm opposed to helping out here, but maybe we should look around a bit first. What do you think?"

"A missin' what in the what?" Ygne says all too loudly, mouth once again half-full of food. She swallows down the mutton, and as she picks her teeth with her thumb she replies, "They put food in Ygne's belly, so Ygne'll kill for 'em. Simple as that!"

"I'll walk 'round with you, but when those porkalin mask cowards come 'bout, I'll gut 'em with my spear if they try anythin' funny." She belches once more, shoving her plate of food over to Robon, "Here, eat. It's the only way you'll get as strong n' brave as I am!" Ygne grins, sitting tall and proud in her chair.

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