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Oscar quietly strode down the cold cobblestone streets, snow crunching underneath his boots. Quietly humming a tune to himself as he made his way to his home. He and the little priestess, along with those who chose or had time to dine with him, had just parted ways in preparation for the long quest they had. It was a simple but filling meal from one of the many under appreciated, and admittedly underrated, restaurants located in the North Western District. It made the ranger ponder why.

Soon the cobblestone streets of the city turned into snow covered ground of the wild. The snow covered wilderness were a marvel to gaze upon as the morning sun's ray glistened upon the still layer of frost whilst the hidden winder birds sung their tune. [color=orange]"Heh...never gets old."[/color] Oscar remarked to himself offhandedly before breaking through the treeline and saw the small hill where his home was. The dwelling in question was a large hollowed out tree stump with a man sized carved opening on its and a tarp pegged atop to prevent snow from entering. A small frozen brook, two meters wide, separated the hill from the ranger. Before winter arrived and the body of water froze, he would have hopped over. But now that it had frozen over, it was no issue.

A fire pit, with half a log on each side, smoldered as the fire he had lit from the early morning had slowly died out. Succumbing to the cold environment. Approaching it, he quickly stamped out the remaining embers and proceeded to enter his home. After taking off and hanging his cloak and hat, Oscar lit a hanging lantern and illuminated the area. He then began to scrounge about the carved shelves and nailed racks, for what he needed for the quest. After a few minutes of scrounging, cramming, and fastening things onto the durable leather bag he did one final run down of what he had. [color=orange]"Sleeping roll? Check. Mess kit? Check. Tinderbox? Check. Waterskin, rations, rope, and lantern? Check."[/color] Giving a quick nod to nobody in particular, he grabs his bag, turns off the lit lantern, and dons his cloak and hat once again before leaving his home and straight to a familiar looking mud hut. [color=orange]"Hey, just giving a heads up that I'll be gone for about a week."[/color] The older man just grunts in affirmation(?) and is silent once again. [color=orange]"So...yeah. I'm just saying bye."[/color] Another grunt and more silence. It was kinda awkward. No matter how good Oscar's composure was, he felt awkward talking to the supposed guild master of the rangers. He pursed his lips inward and looking around the hut for a bit before he made his way out of the hut.

Once outside he opens his pack and grabs a small pouch of dried strawberries and leans onto the wall near the opening of the hut. Reaching inward the hut, he lays the small pouch near the entrance. Close enough for the light to illuminate the ranger's offering to apologize for the awkwardness, but not so near that someone could step on it. With that done and over with, he finally goes into the city proper to purchase some more supplies. Notably more combat oriented arrows and a spool of fishing line, before going to meet up with his party.

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They had done the paperwork needed and the page had just gave them some simple enough instructions to the party. If done properly, the whole quest will be as simple as going in and out. But that was assuming things would go right. The ranger just nodded to the page as he finished with his warning. Katya suddenly cried out, seemingly pumped for the quest. The little girl then attempted to display her immeasurable might...only to fall flat on her butt. That earned her a short titter. [color=orange]"Be careful there, priestess. We don't want you getting hurt even before we leave the city."[/color] He tells her just as the tall woman carries her and the sack onto the cart and warns the party that slackers would be punished severely. [color=orange]"Roger. Over and out, Captain Ettamri."[/color] He gives her a friendly mock salute before he sets his backpack on the opposite side to where Ettamri placed hers. Renauld had already started and gave a rough estimate to how much they can put in the cart. 

The ranger gives him a nod and began working. Lifting his fair share of bags onto the cart, he had a passing thought that maybe Katya would have felt or was feeling a little bit down that she wasn't being much help. [color=orange]"You're still a growing young lady, Katya. Don't worry about it."[/color] He tells her while loading another sack. He thinks about a way he could include her in the work, but not let her over work herself. A moment passes before a light bulb went off in his head. He would carry the majority of the weight but let Katya guide where the sack would be laid down in the cart. With a sly smirk on his face, he executed his plan. [color=orange]"Oh no. My forearms are getting quite sore."[/color] Oscar lied and did his best to not sound overly dramatic and laid the back of a gloved hand to his forehead in mock anguish. [color=orange]"If only I had someone to help me..."[/color] He looks to the priestess in a playful manner, seeing if she would be willing to humor him and 'help' with the loading process.


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[*]Bow +1
[*]Quiver (20 Broad Head Arrows)
[*]Arrow Bundle (10 Bodkin Arrows)
[*]Trusty Machete
[*]Hunting Attire and Cloak
[*]Wide Brimmed Hat
[*]Durable Backpack[list][*] Sleeping Roll x1
	[*] Mess Kit x1
	[*] Tinderbox x1
	[*] Water Skin x1
	[*] Dried Rations x10
	[*] Coil of Rope (60ft) x1
	[*] Small Hooded Lantern x1
	[*] Spool of Fishing Line (150ft) x1
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[*]Coin Pouch (3 sp, 3 cp)
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