Dwarghar pulls out his wand of Magic missilery and tries shooting one at a tree in the general direction of the bounty hunter.

I’m not sure I’ll ever get this thing to work.

Amalrik stand bolt upright to face Dwarghar, her stew bowl and contents summersault to spill across the dwarf, "What? Foul sorcery! Here?"

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Bah
Laugh if you want but I should be able to figure this out. I’ve seen fools manage it many times and I mean to get to the underlying mechanics.

"No laughing here," responds Amalrik. "But I'm happy to end your dilemma." She holds out a hand for the wand. "If you want me to."

Her other hand is fussing around her bladed club..

Edit - OOC: Personal pronouns corrected.
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Naw friend. I’ll suffer my own tortures.

So is Amalrik Dude looks like a lady or what?

"Yes, I'm sure you'll get it eventually. I don't have the trick of tools like that, myself--that's why I handed it over to the rest of you, after all. Oh, I can conjure the tricks right, that's for certain. But hurting magic is beyond me." Pock, having calmed himself down, was enjoying his food.

Glad to be further away from the dragon Travis sat by the fire to enjoy food with his companions. Another day had passed and he wasn't dead yet. It was a good day. He drank ale and smiled at Dwarghar's antics with the wand.

Manaku looks at Dwarghar trying to use his magic wand. The elf pulls his own wand and flips a bolt of arcane energy at the very same tree. Arcane bolt whizzes through air and hits the trunk sending small splinters at every direction.

"This one works - maybe your's is broken? Do you want me, Pog or master Catweazel have a look of it?"

The elf smiles and winks at Pog. This is obviously friendly banter.

Amalrik retrieves her bowl, refills it with what remains of the stew and moves away to a distance where she's less uncomfortable.

Brother Brodd and Alietra wait in line for their bowls of stew, then sit down at the crude bench that's been built.

"Looks like we're halfway to building our own inn!"

He folds his hands as he says grace for their food, then looks back ALietra a bit nervously.

Durek catches Dwarghar's eye, flicks a glance across at Amalrik, and says in dwarven, "Drama queen!"
Finishing his stew the robust fellow inspects his beards in case he missed anything.

The stew was good. Pock grinned back at Manaku, enjoying the joke.

Seeing he can't use the wand Dwarghar puts it away. He will go to Catweasel and try to learn what he can about how these things work and what to recognize in the different magics.

Vanomir was confused by this exchange. What could it mean? Elves ate only what they required and littke else, and were often polite in manner and so happy to let those more needy have first serving.

Ah, wait...perhaps this waas Dwarven humour in action (for better or worse)! Now it made sense. The elf waited his turn before taking a bowl of stew and a cup of ale, while nodding to the wizardly fellow who served him. And then he saw a most curious thing - a dwarf with a wand! And not only that, but a wand he seemed unable to operate.

Vanomir sat down, close but not too close, to Dwarghar.

"May I examine that wand of yours? I am versed in magics, and perhaps I can determine how it functions?"

Dwarghar Grimaces at the Elf - Of course you can make it function Elves can do it as if born to it. What I want to know is ... different ...
he says...

then after a bit of looking at his wand Dwarghar stops and talks to the Elf.

Look I recognize that there are different magics and only certain kinds can use some of them. I want to know more about the different magics, how they work how to spot them and how to interrupt them here you can have the wand - but take a moment and teach me what you know of the magic..
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The pale moon elf acknowledges various reactions to his prank smiling mischievously. He takes a food bowl as well and sits to eat with the others. First mouthful makes him realize how hungry he actually is.

Durek, having eaten his fill, licks the bowl then scrapes the inside with his handaxe. "All clean!" He plonks the bowl next to the cooking pot, clearly seriously believing the bowl's cleanliness is fine.

"Right, unless there's owt else I'm off to wash me crevises and tend to me other bodily functions and then get some shut eye and we can head out when the sun comes up. Right after breakfast! Any problems with this as a plan?" He stands, legs wide, hands on hips, almost theatrically challenging for dissent. "Oh an' I'l take middle watch, when the night's at its darkest!"
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Alietra grimaces at Durek's graphic description of his itinerary for the evening, but shakes it off.

"Um...Brother Brodd and I have something to tell you..."

"What's up, Alieetra?" asks Durek with a huge smile. "Don't tell me:  got soup lumps in me beard again?" He pulls out two of his three beards and goes cross-eyed trying to inspect them at the same time.

Paxton narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he regarded Alietra and then Brodd.  He had a feeling he knew what this announcement would be.  His gaze lingered on his fellow priest.

His belly full of soup and ale Travis was drowsy and ready for sleep when Alietra began her annoucement. Travis nodded his head and awaited the news.

Amalrik, not really knowing what to expect, sighs as she clears up the dishes properly.
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Pock nodded on at Alietra, awaiting the news eagerly and with what onlookers might describe as a childlike wonder on his face (although this was really just a regular expression of totally normal satisfaction, which for some reason always registered as childlike wonder to tall folks).

Manaku enjoys his soup slowly and tilts his head slightly - as his habit is when he is curious - in expectation of Alietra's breaking news...

"Nope. Nothing there that shouldn't be," announces Durek as he pats down his third beard plait. "Well, Alieetra, what it is it, then? Out with it, if you please. Or you, Brodd, Brother Brodd, your pardon. Will one of the pair of you stop prancing about and say whetever it is that's troublin' ya and then we can fix it. Right?" His smile is intended to be inviting, but might be alarming to some folk.