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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][color=1BEFF2]“No,”[/color] Bowyn said, hesitation in his voice as he looked at the moose. He didn’t need first dibs, hunting was never about bragging rights for him. [color=1BEFF2]“But before you shoot, I have to ask, how do think we are going to carry that back?”[/color] He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. It was a huge animal; if they could bring it back to the village, it would feed many people, and that was a good thing. Maybe if Ishmael were here with his fancy cart and boar they’d be able to lug that creature back but there was no way the pair of fairies, even if Moony was helping, could drag that carcass around. 

And, he didn’t want this excursion to be over. 

If she shoots a moose now the hunt is over, there was more than enough meat for them, the group, and plenty left over to give some away to others in North Pass. Then what? Back to the village when all he wanted to do was be in the peace of the forest? Well, that was selfish, he shouldn’t be like that. [color=1BEFF2]“I guess we could use the snow and ice to our advantage, bit of magic to get all that back to town. Gods, Rue, we could feed a lot of hungry people with a moose.”[/color] He whispered with a smile. That was the sort of thing old Bowyn used to like to do, and it felt good to think like that again. [color=1BEFF2]“Go for it.” [/color][/color]