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[color=1BEFF2]Time: Afternoon
Location: North Pass, Out hunting
Interactions: Rue [@Potter]
Armor: [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ab/43/b4/ab43b4b9b0db60cb7ceb264f58e4f053.jpg]Leather Vest[/url] with Armor of Deflection charm, [url=https://i.pinimg.com/236x/47/79/9b/47799b6693a3a80a40a00a47f1a42dee.jpg]Rest of outfit[/url] minus the gloves.
Weapons: [url=https://www.dndbeyond.com/avatars/thumbnails/7/223/1000/1000/636284734857745454.jpeg]Steel Short Sword[/url] with Shift Charm transforming it into a chain knife, and a small boot knife.  
Equipment: a backpack containing: 1 large red potion, 1 green potion, 3 large blue potions, 2 small blue potions, a hunting knife, a flask, small tent, blanket, waterskin, rope, fire starting kit, lightmaker, matches, cooking pot, a bar of soap, some drugs (skaula and zemak), rolling papers, pipe, a gorestria gem ring and a pouch of amas.[/color]
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[color=B3E3E4]Bowyn waited for Rue to return, his hand absentmindedly scratched and petted Moony’s head. And return she did, and almost immediately the ever-loyal Moony returned to her side. There was another brief moment in which Bowyn truly found himself without words as he saw Rue clad in finely studded leather armor, a lance held at one side, a loyal wolf flanking the other side. He hardly noticed his mouth hung agape until he went to offer a reassuring smile. 

Avalian history and myth were littered with stories left behind by the past humans, right now he thought of the tales of mighty Valkyries, fiercest warrior women from human’s winter realm. Stories that had mixed and blended themselves in seamlessly with Avalian tales and myths until it was rare that a child of winter didn’t grow up picturing those same mighty warriors severing Alysia, goddess of winter, and protecting and guiding those same winter fae. 

[color=1BEFF2]“As beautiful and fierce as the apex of winter, even Alysia herself trembles with envy.”[/color] Bowyn finally spoke as he followed Rue, flanking the side opposite Moony. The same loyalty that velcroed the wolf, pulled Bowyn along as well. Once outside Rue suggested hunting without the group.

[color=1BEFF2]“That noisy bunch? Surely they’re going to scare off anything worth hunting in an instant. We’ll get a head start, show ‘em how it’s done.”[/color] Bowyn was quick to agree with Rue. Didn’t they deserve quality time? Everything was only going to get more difficult as the drums of war beat louder. One day where things felt normal, just Rue, Moony, and him hunting in the snow like old times. He could even try to be more like he was, the better Bowyn who didn’t spend all his free time dreaming of violence. [color=1BEFF2]“And there is no company I’d prefer to yours.”[/color] He added, continuing to follow Moony who seemed gleeful to lead his pack.[/color]