Urkov:
He spits into his hand and holds it out. Deal?
Seemingly without hesitation, or at least without any measurable reluctance, Barnabas the Prestidigitator had responded in equal measure before clasping his hand to the dwarf's. If he were to fear the man's personal fluids, what business did he have venturing below ground? Thus, they inked the pact of mutual and shared expectoration, bound by flesh. He just hoped that nobody had paid close attention, least of all the two ladies-at-arms.
OOC -2 SP for common room accommodations for B and N.
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At some point during their hike from the inn to ruined gatehouse, through marsh and into the narrow canyon, Ben had commented to Siward, "
St. Ras already smiles upon us. The sky and way are both clear. Each step takes us closer to completing our duty."
When they reach the toppled gatehouse doors, he turns to the man among them in plate and raises his eyebrows as if to say, "
You, there, lead the way."
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