"Don't know, I just got here today. Could be, but perhaps not. You don't know the captain either then, I guess he's here.""

 a Human  woman  brushes  some  hair  from her   eyes  as she  is Picking up empty tankards  and such.

  ..I've been  'ere  fer some 5 years  now, since they saved me  an' me daughter... That totem  is fer Arrows.. they keep track of them folks  they Kill, that were  slavers and such... the Glowing  tiles... thems  the   folks who are still alive.. those that are Dark..ain't no more...

 she points to some of the others  at the TAble,some of these folk are  Arrows  of the Captin's  group.. Ain't  but one  Unit of Crimson Arrows... folks from  all the other  Arrows,  would Like ta  join, they would... she nods her head.

 ..but.. lotsa of 'em  die..so's in might not be a real  good job?

Dain listens to her and nods understanding at the totems "so the totems shows enemies, dead and alive then. Thank you miss, can you'se point out Captain Kree?"
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Jason scoffs, "That's rich. To know the name of your enemy and how many you have! Perhaps a new oath then, to turning the totem dark."

Jason extends a handshake to Dain, "Jason Penny. I have been an Arrow for two years, a slave before that, and rich man in both family and money before that, but that life..." Jason smiles, he determined he was not going to be sulking around and here he was trying to dredge up heartbreak.
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Dain takes his hand, "Dain Stoneshoulder, I'm from Ironmound, with a letter for himself about me I suppose. I didn't read it, none of my business what is there." he says with an iron grip and a vigorous shake of flesh. "Need more food or drink?" he says taking another bite from the leg of lamb, grease easing down his well groomed beard and mustaches, "I'll need to clean myself good after this."
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"Might as well help myself to more! What can I fetch ya?" Jason waved over the maid and asked politely for a refill in his tankard and more meat and veggies.

"Is the letter none of your business, or are you not permitted to read it? For anything someone says about you is most certainly your business." Jason could not fathom carrying a secret about himself that he was not allowed to make his business.
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  The  woman  is  about to go, and she corrects  Jason,..Oh?  No  Good Sir? Them Numbers  are    fer them that  died  By who's  name .. Like ye see the Captin's  Name..  that Number.. that's fer  the one  he's  Killed...

 She Looks around,lowers her  Voice looking at the two of them,..that ain't to say, them's all they Kill.. those be just them who  quaified  as  Slavers or   Timber Foes... Bit More  Dead  from the  Crismsons , than show on that Totem, and that's me sayion'...

"T'is addressed to himself, Captain Kree, therefore it is his letter, not my place to read his letter."

"Oooooh!" He grins. This made much more sense. "Bit of a murder hobo high score chart."

"A competition score keeping totem then. Them that gets killed get marked down then?"

  The  Woman looks at them  and says,..if  yer needin' to see thw Captin' I can send a  lad   to fecth him, his home is  right  up the path near the graveyard..

"I carry a letter for the Captain, we could go see him as opposed to summoning him, he's a busy man isn't he? Much more important too."

"Yes, by all means, do not send the captain our way, we must come to him! Could your lad show us the way, please?" That refill would need to wait, he was already three pints in and already worried about how to make a great first impression.

..Aye then, Suit  yerself.. Don't  right now  how  busy 'e  is ..he took to the elven wine ,soon as they got here... I think he missed  havin' good  wine.

  She Looked  around,..his  cousin..Ivyian?  that's   'is  second... I thin  'e  went off   with a Maid   or two...he's a lively one , that one...

  ..as  Fer the Totem... the  Captin's  of thier units,  supposed ta  keep  track..an' they  had th numbers over to the Sages  , who know  how to  work them fancy  tiles.... She  brushed  hair away again   as she looked to them,..been some  folks who's lights went out.. There  be a few new faces, then i saw them leave  with..so.. Its  right hard to keep a Good track...

Dain grabbed a napkin and began to clean his beard and mustaches of grease, wiping his face with well practiced care. When finished, it would take close inspection to reveal the just consumed meal.

As Dain takes time cleaning, Jason spends more attention to the maid. "How about you? Have you lost anyone? I have."

Jason motions to Dain that he missed a spot.

Catching the signal. Dain goes over his beard again, "Such is life, we've all lost someone. . . ."
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  ..Me?..   As I said, The crimsons  saved  me an me  daughter.. chained to wagons  we was..  forced to keep up... then we stopped  near the  River.. I'm thinking we was gonna get shipped  'cross the water  to Olant..Den of  darkness that is....

 ..during the  Night..there  is this  hiss an' a thump.. an' the guard near  us  has the Black arrow  with  red feathers in his  throat.. then.. around they  Came.. there were Grunts  and finally a cry,  that brought them that was in the Tents out... Then the  9 hells  broke loose.. screams     Blades  flashin' in the Fire  Light.. an folks dropping, like  some god struck them...only at  see  a Balck arrow   stuck in  'im.. Me Husband  died, tryin' to stop the takin'... me son was used  fer serpant bait, cause he was  a bit too wee ta walk with the rest.....  That's the  First  Time  I saw the Captin...  Cold  death in his eyes there were.. The slavers  call him by an elf  name.. Edhel En' Gurtha... The elf    of death?

  ..They sets  us  all free.. there was 13 of us from the 20 that started..Some  Folk  went  about makin' Us  food, and Getting us  clothes  to wear... The Captin..he  was  as dark as the beast of the  Pit   she   blows the bangs  away with an Upturn lip They  had  3 of the bosses... takes them, to Trees  along  the  road..  and they stake them to  Trees, whilst they were alive.. The  He and His cousin   Cut  runes into thier foreheads... the screamin' was like   cat's in a fire... There was a wounded Man.. I remembered him.. the one that Put the Hook in me son and tossed him in The Storm ta catch a serpent  for   dinner... I shouted  that out In My mindless  anger..  as  the  Cat-wench  put  a cloak over me  naked body...  The Captain.. he looked at the  Man.. He   Cut the man's   Hands   an' feet off, so's they are still  on the  tree.. and they hauls him down to the river.. they tosses  him in.. the The serpents ate him... like they ate me boy..

  her lip  quivers  as  a tear rolled  down,..I will never  ferget that.... we coulda been headed ta  the  Red Elves.. or HArgen.. or sold  elseware.. or used   just fer  slaver pleasure....So.. me an me daughter.. we stayed  here.. become right good razorhawks.. me Daughter is a  Messenger Warden... and hopes to   be an Arrow  someday....

 she wipes the tear with the  back of her wrist and Picks up her  Tray,..look around... you see HUmans, or dwarves  or anything not an elf.. they came here 'casue they were saved from slavers  and Bandits... The elves...  most of them lost folk in the raid... ye see?  they ain't never had a graveyard, Until that raid... now there are  40 some  graves  up there..
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Dain listens to the story with great respect for the woman and the life she now has. "Did you take a new husband, or are you a good widow woman?" he asks reverently in a completely non-judgemental way, knowing some could not be alone, and others could not be touched, sadness in his voice.

Justin didn't react when the rogue who introduced himself as Jason reached across him to shake hands with Dain. Quielty nodding in support and empathy as Martha recounted her and her daughters rescue and choice to remain in the Black Timber. Giving both newcomers a friendly smile. Well Met Masters Stoneshoulder and Penny Pray excuse one's incivility at not replying sooner One hath been offering silent Prayer unto Eta. he offered as an appology and extended his hand in greeting to each in turn. One beith Devout of Eta, Justin Havslane, anst tis best to wait for the morrow to deliver Thy messives unto the Captain. suggested Justin
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"T'was my initial intent and upon further reflection, it is my intent to deliver my letter tomorrow after a good night's sleep by all. You are quite right Master Justin, thank you for speaking." Dain extends his hammy hand to grip the hand of the new speaker.

In reply to Dain Stoneshoulder (msg # 501):

Justin gives Dain's hand a firm grasp as they shake. Wouldst one be permitted to examine Thy Maul. Justin respectfully asks, interested to assess its balance.
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  The   woman gives a bit of  a shrug,..I have  me suitors  when i came... some fsarmers who have  steads in clearing  that  The Wardenssectioned off.. allowing  woodsmen and Duirds to take trees  from there, for  our  use or to be sold.. But.. Farming  .. it is how we were caught...  I perfect the walls   of The Village, and the olny blokes who cast an eye here..are those passin' through.

In reply to fest (msg # 503):

Myranda noticed Martha serving two newcommers and the roller. Weaving her way from the dance floor, she have Martha a friendly hug, asked if these guys were hassling her, in a teasingly manner; then asked how Marth's daughter Wendyl was?

  The woman smiled  at Myra,..she was the messenger they  sent  ta   Timber home about  builin'  the new  village..Merchant place.. She should be back  on the Morrow,usin' the Warden ways..