[color=007236][center]Lob[/center][/color]
[center][b][color=007236]Location:[/color][/b] The Stockades
[b][color=007236]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Everyone that is at the stockades
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[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]
[color=6ecff6]"Good Lob. Put that cloak on, Lob be not naked. Let's go and get you some food. Lob Eat?  yes eat, Yumm Yumm."[/color] 

Lob was grateful for the cloak and put it over his shoulders, sideways. He followed out with the cleric leading him and pantomiming for food. This lead Lobs considerable nose up and loping off in the direction of where the food was once coming from. He circled around to the back of the tavern and sniffed about at their refuse bins, pawing at sacks and buckets to look for mere morsels like the bone Ash had brought him. (Assumably) The shaman guided him away from the making of pigslop to the front entrance before lob dug his feet in. 

[color=007236]Lob stink, lob in, in smell bad. Yell at lob. Lob wash. Wash now, yum next.[/color]

Casting eyes about, he spotted the rain barrel beside the front door and lifted the 250 or so of water with both hands and [color=0076a3][b]*BLOOSH!*[/b][/color] Now sopping wet, as well as her cloak, he smiled to the priest and went inside with the barrel left on its side. Now inside the eatery he could see lots of little yellow candles burning but his nose, strong enough to track like a dog, could smell the many befoulments that plagued this place. He neared he fireplace and scooped up handfuls of ash and began to scrub himself in them to dry off and break his own scent. 

[color=007236]"Smell bad, bad belly dwarf butt."[/color]

He sat by the fire and continued to clean himself as out of the way as he could, looking around for any leftover food as Ash curled up before the fire to rest.