[h3][u][b][i][color=fdc68a]---Kittim ~ the dime tour guide [/color][/i][/b][/u][/h3]
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 She spun midstep to make a face, [b]"Idz near 'bout yet name! [i]Ol[/i]d-ric"[/b] The grin persisted only a second as a thought crossed her face. Her eyes squinted, [b]" You are Olric, yes?[/b] She looked him over severely, the seriousness of the inspection hampered by the fact she was walking backwards. 
  The rat on her shoulder even stopped scratching and pushing at the looped ropes over the small goblin's shoulder to look up, a bolt hanging out it's mouth.Intrest lost it pushed it's snout, and loot, between the loops and pulled the rope over the stolen metal.
  The studious gaze drifted over to Gabi, and her belly. Kittim's mouth twised down, and she looked around to check their surroundings. 

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[i]A small crowd had formed around just shy of the shaman's hut. It had started with just those whom had seen the group come go by, the curious, and the bored joined them.
 Soon the jabbering goaip transformed from retelling what was happening to retelling the retellings of 'what had happened.
 The size of the group grew and the gravity of intrigue drew in lesser groups. Including those just stopping to greet friends, suddenly finding themselves enthralled by a daring tale of raging boars, hails of crossbows, and fire antithef systems.
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