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[b][color=6ecff6]Season:[/color][/b] Late Fall/Early Winter
[b][color=6ecff6]Time Of Day:[/color][/b] Early Evening
[b][color=6ecff6]Weather:[/color][/b] Cool air, some clouds, air is clean - Thank what ever god you worship
[b][color=6ecff6]General Ambiance:[/color][/b] Tense, it is just tense everywhere.  
[b][color=6ecff6]Location:[/color][/b] Hamlet of Salarn in the region of Gorlf just south of the Orc Settlement of Yzewz
[b][color=6ecff6]Setting:[/color][/b] Salarn

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	Yomdi eyes brightened and large cheeky grin came to his features. His hands clapped together slightly, with his cane between them, nearly sending himself off balance. As he stumbled slightly a gust of wind blew around him and held him steady. Shaking himself like a wet dog might he regained himself and looked at the two in turn.

	"Yes, yes. Yomdi can help, help I must," he said as he took a step closer to them, a bit of weary skip in his step as he did. 

	"Learn you must, harness yourselves," he added as he took their hands, dropping his cane and pulling them closer until each of their faces was next to his. He had a remarkable strength for one that seemed to fragile on the surface. Winds kicked up a bit more.

	"I can teach you how to breath."
	

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=a187be][center]Kyra Altham[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] The Stockades
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Everyone that is at the stockades
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	Marcus narrowed his eyes,his fist balling up at he looked at these people who dared to try to release his prisoner. He began to raise his hand but by the time he had Kyra's bow was drawn and strung; aimed at his skull. Ash growled low and lowered him, looking as if he was about to leap.

	"Fine, get out of here but if he does anything I will see that each of you is strung up from the nearest post to pay for this crime," Marcus bellowed. Kyra pursed her lips, keeping her arrow trained on the man as she nudged Ash. Ash loosened up a bit, stepping behind Kyra and pulling her cloak from her shoulders. Padding over towards Lob, Ash dropped the cloak into his hand. 

	[color=a187be]"Okay, everyone with myself and Lob, come to the Tavern. He needs a good meal and to get cleaned up,"[/color] she said as she motioned. [color=a187be]"Sundros, help Lob and ensure he has enough to fill his belly. I have words for the constable. Ash, stay with Lob."[/color]

	
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