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Originally Posted by ericthered
Tarbreth: "A little less softly than he does, I'd think"
Tarbreth: "Sit down! we're not ready yet. Get some sleep. don't want you slowing down whoever I pick to take you away."
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I flinch and tumble over. I rest uneasily, worried I might be attacked in my sleep. Thankfully the light is on my cheek and pointed away from my eyes.
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Originally Posted by ericthered
The rest of his men trickle in through the night. There are 10 of them, including Tarbreth.
At one point, they search his pockets. Is his money on him, or is it in his little sleeping area.
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Well, let's roll for that:
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[59] 22-09-15 17:08:22 CEST
Streetwise?
3d6 <= 12
2 + 4 + 2 = 8 ... success
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Well I can't very well stuff it in my shoe or sock. So probably under something I slept on top of.
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Originally Posted by ericthered
Tarbreth selects a shorter man with black hair and a chest like a barrel, to take Julian out. The man is named Relsin.
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I won't be speaking unless I'm spoken to. I also won't be asking what the plan is when Relsin is sleeping.
I suppose the light on my cheek has worn off by the time I'm heading out.
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Originally Posted by ericthered
In the end, they decide that two men will take Julian a ways out into the vegetation of the ceiling, far enough away from Bumundo, and then some Hawkin will pick him up.
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I wonder if they'll be the Lawin, the tailed Hawkin, or the small Hawkin. Probably one of the first two.