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After the tiefling bard produced his magic and applied it to his somewhat injured leg, Morgan applied a little more of his weight on the leg and smirked at the lack of pain. He was still rather cold but at the very least, the swelling and pain from his knee was no longer a problem. [color=peru]"I am in your debt, Luciel."[/color] The older man offered the bard a respectful bow before walking to where Jeets had mentioned. To the hill where his tent was located; but was surprised that when he looked at the hill again once more, the tent had disappeared and left nary a trace of it's existence. The halfling then trotted down the hill with a bag that Morgan recognized from his years of adventuring; a bag of holding. It was an uncommon thing to be seen on adventurers but an extremely convenient and useful item when carrying heavier loads than one can carry. He explained to the group that they would have to traverse a cave to reach the mainland. Morgan frowned slightly at the mention of caves. Caves were more often than not more trouble that it was worth as he remembered how easy it is to set up ambushes and traps within them but, if Jeets said it was the best way to reach the mainland, he was in no position to argue otherwise.

Jeets would then offer them a vial each of a healing potion. [color=peru]"Many thanks, Jeets. Your generosity and kindness will not go unrewarded."[/color] Morgan told him before putting the potion in the outer pouch on the other side of his knapsack. During this small moment of respite, the human pulls out his notebook and begins taking notes. Morgan needn't look at his notebook to check the legibility and consistency of the notes he took down as years of performing the act had made it a second nature. He would only look to the small leather notebook to sketch images as that was something he needed to pay close attention to so he could capture the details his eyes saw. His scribbling was only stopped when he heard Jeets suddenly stop talking. Looking forward he would see two robed figures, one armed with a scepter which was undoubtedly an arcane focus of sorts and the other was armed with a shield and a rather mean looking mace. They attempted to 'convince' them but the fact that both Jeets and Sev readied for combat. Nonchalantly, the author put away his notebook and spoke to the duo in front of them. [color=peru]"I do apologize but I agree with Sev, we have no interest in following you and would like to politely decline your invitation."[/color] While putting away the notebook, Morgan deftly hid away the small switch blade from his bag to the palm of his hand. [color=peru]"Please, do move aside."[/color] He could see Sev give the mace wielding one a death glare, Morgan would in turn keep an eye on the one in the black robe, ready to throw the knife at the robed figure's hand holding the scepter.


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HP: 
[color=Green]Healthy[/color]
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[hider=Morgan's Inventory]
-Time Worn Walking Stick
-Small Switch Blade
-Durable Knapsack
	-Leather Bound Notebook x 1
	-Smoking Pipe x 1
	-Tobaco Tin x 1
	-Tinder Box x 1
	-Spare Clothes x 1
	-Small Bottle of Rum x 1
	-Quill x 10
	-Inkwell x 5
	-Health Potion x 1
	
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