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[hr][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][sub][b]Province of Ilagorn [/b]--[b] Outside the Adventurer's Guild[/b]
[color=gray]12th Hour of the 2nd Day, Summer[/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][hr][/center]
[color=gray][b][color=BA2839]"I guess the best course would be discussing how much money we want to devote to supplies before we leave town."[/color][/b] Orena volunteered, awkwardly clearing her voice as she moved in 'formation'. 

The young control mage tightened her grip on her staff as Ier tried to force the group into a marching formation, her knightly sense taking the group by the reins. Orena thought they'd discuss these things before leaving the guild hall, but strangely that seemed to not be the case. It wasn't that she had a problem with Ier's abrupt command of the group she had collected for her charter, but rather that Orena was used to less impulsive ideas, especially when such things were at the potential risk of her own life. She hoped the rest of the group had enough money to devote to food and supplies, though by the sounds of it a lot of them had come to the door's of the guild with less preparations than Orena had. Her anxiousness didn't make her doubt her decision, though, she had committed to this lifestyle no matter the odds and consequences. 

[b][color=BA2839]"Sorry to interrupt! But where are we on money? I've got a decent amount, but what about you guys?"[/color][/b]

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