"Emphasis on the word 'dead'," Paxton said dourly, shaking his head.  But he went along nonetheless.

OOC: Being relatively new, and still on Paxton 1.0, I think this is the first time Paxton has met Starshell.

"Well, at least someone is good with dragons here..." Pock mused.

Starshell gapes for a moment and says, "When I said 'good at dragons' maybe I was overreaching a little? I mean, I studied them..." she trails off.
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In reply to Starshell (msg # 30):

"If you studied them, you know more than we do," he say to Starshell.

The Lady brightens slightly. "Well. Let's see what light we can shed on the matter. Is everybody ready?"

In reply to Starshell (msg # 32):

"We were on our way when you rode up Lady Starshell."

"Splendid. Well, lead on and I shall follow." She hauls herself up onto Trixy and taps the spurs.

In reply to Starshell (msg # 34):

"We're going up steps and then down into tunnels, I'd suggest leaving your horse here where it will be safe." He turns and takes Alietra's hand in his. He was quite enamored.

Durek is already trying to catch Dwarghar up, eager to return to the catacombs below.

Having given up her position at point to those who can see in the dark, Alietra stays close to Brother Brodd, squeezing his hand back in response. Her feeling of uselessness was pretty strong though, and it made her sad...
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"I will send her home with a whisper when we reach the site," Starshell said, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

"With a whisper, eh? I don't think a horse would ever listen to me--maybe it's the height." Pock chuckled to himself, moving along with the group toward their goal.

Manaku welcomes open air and daylight after dank dungeons. Smile on his face he unstrings his bow and quickly checks the weapons condition, then waves a greeting at the people in the camp as they approach it.

"A bit shorter venture than we planned but we'll go back again soon enough."

Bah Dwarghar grunts not happy to return empty handed.
He swings a clear drink and chews on a biscuit.

"No worries, we'll be back in before long, I reckon." Pock shook the nervous tension out of his body.

"I need an ale an' then some hot water to get the grime outa me beards," offers Durek. "We got any of either hereabouts?"

With a shrug he sits down and rubs his damaged area before moving on to sharpen his axes. "Maybe we actually get something valuable next time. Anyway, who coming back down 'the hole' soon?"

"Hey, Durek! Not find much then, haa!" laughs the wild woman, slapping Durek hard on the back. "Need me to come and help you find what you missed then? Sure, I can be coming along. I found enought herbs for fixing poison to last me a long while. When you planning to go back?"

Manaku grins. "I'll come with you, Durek. Me and Pock, we both need your thick beard between ourselves and the dragon once we meet her. Or him...

We'll go back as soon as possible, Amalrik. One night's rest should be enough. Glad to see you coming too."

"Ha! Me beards are indeed real thick but no thicker than Dwarghar's head! Ain't that right, cousin?" calls Durek loudly, addressing Manaku while teasing Dwargar. "So poor news indeed if we got no healing, umm, capability, right, Manaku?" he continues, avoiding words like 'magic' in deferance to the barbarian's antipathy to such.

The old wizard that was Lady Starshell's tutor rings a metal triangle over by the mess tent where he's been cooking.

"Just in time for supper, lads! And yes, rolled in a cask of ale from town!"

Durek looks at Dwarghar and says, "Race you there, cousin! Last one there's an elf!" He laughs, enjoying the air, the company and the immediate prospect of ale and warm food.

Dwarghar scowled at Durek as if such things were beneath him. Then looks off at the bounty hunter’s camp, What’s he got now? When Durek looks, Dwarghar turns and moves quickly to get the first pint of ale, laughing in spite of himself.

Come on then, Wizard, have you learned any new magic tricks ? He asks Catweazel

"Of course, Mister Dwarghar!"

He dips his ladle into the cauldron.

"I've been practicing polymorph venison into stew."

He fills the wooden bowl and passes it to him.

"With much help from our resident hunter!"

He gestures towards Amalrik, then fills a bowl for the next adventurer.
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At the mention of 'Polymorph' Amalrik stiffens and frown lines form crevaces in her forehead. Then she looks at Catweazae, "Fine. You got me. Again. Don't you get tired of that? Or maybe you like wearing your stew?" but makes no aggressive motion and her body relaxes. Accepting a bowl of stew, with a gesture for it to be topped up, she sits near those who obviously use weapons and away from any that don't, "So when are we heading off? First thing in the morning?"

Edit - OOC: Personal pronouns corrected
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"As long as it's on a full belly, I don't care much when we go back," Paxton commented, hungry.