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[hr][hr][center][color=778899][b]Richter // Hawkwood[/b][/color]
[color=598527][sub][b]LOCALE[/b] //The City of Thorinn, Lefig Lawn
[b]TIME[/b] // Morning[/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr]

There was no feeling quite like a respectfully firm, but not aggressive handshake. Getting the very distinct feeling that he and Landon would get along just fine, Hawkwood smiled. Once Landon had gone to go...oh damn he worked fast. Once Landon had gone to go browse the unknown women to him, Hawkwood simply went back to examining his equipment meticulously, laying out his weaponry and item inventory and cleaning the blades, grinding their steel against his whetstone...consequently making the place kinda reek of metal. His shield was propped up against his spear, a spare set of clothes in the form of a light gambeson lying out in the sun. Despite how accustomed he was to romping around in full armor with little issues, water posed a challenge for the rather heavy lorekeeper. As such, it was always best to carry armor light enough to swim in, but defensive enough to stop a well-placed dart from a sahaugin. A spear was just fine for underwater usage, and his arming sword could be useful in just about any situation he could think.

Tearing himself from his meticulous re-examination of his equipment, Hawkwood checked the contents of a small pouch filled to the brim with medicinal herbs and antidotal leaves. You never knew when the healer would be unable to tend to everyone at once, after all...and, poison was always rather nasty. Best to have options for any situation, Hawkwood thought as he tightened the cloth pouch's strings and re-attached it to his belt. After packing his gear, Hawkwood simply sat on the grass and listened to Tiferet's song in passing, appreciating the kind of atmosphere a musical companion brought. After all, people actually taking the time to LEARN an instrument was a rare thing in Pariah. Looking up once Ebon tapped on his helmet, Hawkwood gave a slight nod, before holding up his little poultice pouch. [color=778899][b]"Aye. Everything's as sharp as Elian's language, and I've got enough herbs to make Woodstock stop and look. We'll be fine. Even got a spare gambeson in case a newbie wets them self like last time."[/b][/color] That...was probably the funniest thing he'd ever seen, being honest. He didn't even know the game would let you pee anywhere but your usual outhouse or bathroom. Too bad that guy stopped playing Pariah forever...Hawkwood would never get back that spare gambeson. Although, he wasn't sure he'd want it that much...