Gameplay thread
The journey from Restov was a long hard march to the trading post. Worst of all, Octavia was slowed down by armor. A horse would be a good thing if she ever found fortune in war. In truth, it was war, or really the hope of war that carried her out for adventure in the first place.
Her rations of hardtack and salted, tin pork filled her belly every morning and night. Luckily, the grace of her god, Gorum filled her waterskin whenever she had need. As Octavia cooked her meat, she watched the mostly elven party and their individual routines. It was a solid group, but she wondered how things would fair during their first battle.
Finally after a long trip, Octavia was overjoyed at the sight of the fort style trading post. It was old, but with a little love the fort would be serviceable. Octavia also noted the friendly couple that greeted them.
She waited as the elves first gave introduction, but she gave no curtsies or fancy bows. Instead, she simple nodded her head and gave Gorum's tidings. “I am Priestess Octavia Cassiana, may Gorum's might be with you. As a daughter of Gorum, I vow that my sword is at your disposal for the duration of my stay and...” Octavia then became distracted by the smell of fresh bread baking and continued. “If you could part with some bread and wine, I would gladly pay you in gold?”
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