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 //Back to [[ironclaw:Ironclaw]]// //Back to [[ironclaw:Ironclaw]]//
  
-====== Session 0-3, 12 Harvest 882 (Evening) ======+====== Session 0-3, Mercredi 12 Harvest 882 (Lucernarim) ======
  
 A quiet drink. Good company. Clear view of all exits. As trouble-free an evening as Varosh could hope for in a troubled age. The hubbub of sheep- and cattle- and vole-folk all around having a cheerful time... it soothes the soul. You have to be a little careful not to drowse. A quiet drink. Good company. Clear view of all exits. As trouble-free an evening as Varosh could hope for in a troubled age. The hubbub of sheep- and cattle- and vole-folk all around having a cheerful time... it soothes the soul. You have to be a little careful not to drowse.
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 <Sips beer>  "Someone lied when they said I had friends.  I am a ranger, I'm looking for work." <Sips beer>  "Someone lied when they said I had friends.  I am a ranger, I'm looking for work."
  
-He scratches behind an ear, once again apparently thrown off for a moment by your words. But as before, he collects himself; then he nods and clasps a hand to his chest. "Name is Hargrave. I hunt monsters. Hunting an Atavist, a slaver, in north mountains. But don't know these lands. Keep getting lost. Need guides and maybe guns."+He scratches behind an ear, once again apparently thrown off for a moment by your words. But as before, he collects himself; then he nods and clasps a hand to his chest. "Name is Belgrave. I hunt monsters. Hunting an Atavist, a slaver, in north mountains. But don't know these lands. Keep getting lost. Need guides and maybe guns."
  
 "North Mountains? ... Rothos?" "North Mountains? ... Rothos?"
  
-Hargrave gives a vigorous nod. "Yes, Rothos. Rothos... rrr... Chev-er-nase. Near there." That clarifies things considerably. The Chevernaise are tribes of goat-folk who live in the Rothos mountains, surrounding the road into the northern port of Epinian. It's a hike for sure, not without its dangers, but it's a route you're familiar enough with.+Belgrave gives a vigorous nod. "Yes, Rothos. Rothos... rrr... Chev-er-nase. Near there." That clarifies things considerably. The Chevernaise are tribes of goat-folk who live in the Rothos mountains, surrounding the road into the northern port of Epinian. It's a hike for sure, not without its dangers, but it's a route you're familiar enough with.
  
 "I'll come.  I'll hunt a few helpers to come with me.  Where shall I meet you, and when?" "I'll come.  I'll hunt a few helpers to come with me.  Where shall I meet you, and when?"
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 He breathes out a sigh of relief and stands very quickly. The chair falls over; he doesn't seem to notice. "Yes, yes! Thank you, Ranger, Maybe Varosh. See you then." He turns and looks around at the bar patrons who are by this point studiously ignoring him, then heads out--ears still a little flat maybe, but his tail not tucked in retreat, at least. He breathes out a sigh of relief and stands very quickly. The chair falls over; he doesn't seem to notice. "Yes, yes! Thank you, Ranger, Maybe Varosh. See you then." He turns and looks around at the bar patrons who are by this point studiously ignoring him, then heads out--ears still a little flat maybe, but his tail not tucked in retreat, at least.
  
-Once Hargrave leaves, Varosh chugs his mug and pays.  He goes out into the night in search of Quentin, thinking that of all his acquaintances, the Weasel will have more insight into the offer, and know more gossip about Hargrave or the Atavist in the Chevernase than the rest.+Once Belgrave leaves, Varosh chugs his mug and pays.  He goes out into the night in search of Quentin, thinking that of all his acquaintances, the Weasel will have more insight into the offer, and know more gossip about Belgrave or the Atavist in the Chevernase than the rest.
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