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[color=1BEFF2]Time: Morning
Location: River Port
Interactions: Rue[@Potter] & a gang of ne’er-do-wells 
Mentions: Arn [@Omni5876] 
Equipment: 1 hunting knife, a flask of alcohol, a backpack, small tent, blanket, waterskin, rope, fire starting kit, lightmaker, cooking pot, a bar of soap, some drugs; skaula (8 grams) and zemak (a bit less than an ounce), rolling papers, and 191 amas. [/color]

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[color=B3E3E4]Bowyn matched Rue’s pace, hanging close to her side and following her lead towards the Surfside Cafe. For now, he at least found the silence between them easy and comfortable, almost like the way things used to be, rather than an awkward chasm that seemed impossible to cross. The few brief moments of silence that felt like peace were shattered by the abrasive voice of an orc. Bowyn stopped abruptly, almost at the same moment Rue had, and took another step to place himself just a bit ahead of Rue. He felt the sensation of the cold chill that traveled from his core down to the tips of his fingers, a sudden readiness for a fight as he starred the trio down. 

A crimson-haired elf whose entire demeanor changed on a dime when she noticed they were being watched, flanked by two others, clearly lackeys. The orc, loaded with sharpened steel and a massive frame built for brutality, whose voice had boomed down the hallway and a feline demihuman who wore a gaze so hard and cold it rivaled his own. Everything about them set him on edge, scratched at the part of his brain that warned of danger. Although Rue and he differed so wildly on how easily they extended trust, in this instance they seemed to be on the same page as she soon gripped his hand only to let go moments later. Had she felt how cold he was? Realized how incapable he was of providing anything warm and comforting to anyone, even someone who mattered? It seemed likely because right now all his hands wanted to do was bring destruction to the threat that stood in front of them. 

But the encounter with the trio was brief, and the crimson-haired elf soon led her lackeys away. Bowyn would not forget the way she had studied the two of them, the unnerving amount of control she held over the orc, and the aura of danger they carried with them. He tried to shake tension from his shoulders, flex the cold out of his stiff fingers which sent loose bits of frost from his skin as he did so. He slowly exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding in and nodded at Rue. 

[color=1BEFF2]“Huge, but a head full of rocks and a face only a mother could love.”[/color] Bowyn said with a forced grin. [color=1BEFF2]“You got good instincts though, something's not right about them. Probably smart to avoid the blacksmith today.”[/color] He added as he continued towards the Surfside Cafe. He tried to find the same peaceful silence they had before but it was gone now and Bowyn felt too tense for it anyhow. [color=1BEFF2]“I guess, after breakfast, you’ll want to look for Arn, right?”[/color] He asked, keeping his tone carefully neutral, trying to hide his hostility towards the dwarf. He didn’t want to provoke another fight with Rue, so if she was still set on traveling with Arn he was just going to have to fake civility and keep a close eye on Arn.[/color]