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[h1] [color=f7941d]Bardulf Siegfried[/color] [/h1]
[b]Time:[/b] 2:20pm
[b]Location:[/b] Odds and Ends
[b]Interactions:[/b] Annya [@princess], Ismael [@Th3King0fChaos], and Bron [@GingerBoi123]
[b]Equipment:[/b] Leather armor over smallclothes, tooth necklace, warm boots, winter cloak, halberd, and 
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One bedroll
a mess kit
a tinderbox
a waterskin
1960 amas
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Bardulf felt a slight tinge of pride and accomplishment seeing this little event of his come together. He would've been fine with any pairing honestly, but thinking on it Annya likely made the best call. Having a hunter with each group would prove to be effective, and Bron was clearly in his element here. As a huntsmen himself, however, he did have some experience with snowy winters and heavy forests. The German winters from his home were none the kind to him and his village. Even in snowfall he had to make the trip with his dad to hunt game and gather what could be found, for food was much more scarce in the winter time. This town seemed to have no such problem, however he still found it somewhat nostalgic if he would be able to bring back a big elk...maybe even some smaller game to give something back to this lovely neck of the woods.

Bardulf took a single coin from his pouch and flicked it into the air, letting it fall into his palm before turning it over on the back of his other hand, hiding the result. [color=f7941d]"Right...if it's heads, Annya and I get the East Path. Tails, we get North."[/color] Slowly, he lifted his hand and smile grew on his face as the symbol of the face of the king of the Light Elves minted onto the coin was what graced their eyes. He nods and puts the coin away, packing his other things in a swift motion and looking to the group. [color=f7941d]"Well then, let's head to the starting point together then!"[/color] He took a few broad steps towards the door, heading out in to the frigid winds that were complete opposite to the warmth of the shop. He made sure everyone was following before leading the group towards where he had marked earlier in the morning.
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[h1][color=darkmagenta]Tanithil Malaggar[/color][/h1]
[b]Time:[/b] Afternoon
[b]Location:[/b] Outside Ironhold
[b]Interactions:[/b] Sivaros [@GingerBoi123], Kaleb [@FunnyGuy], and Amisra [@Tae]
[b]Equipment:[/b]
[url=https://dnd-wiki.org/w/images/7/7b/Black_Rogue_Armor.jpg]Leather armor[/url], and two backpacks.
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Blanket
3 days of rations (roughly)
First aid kit
Change of clothes
Waterskin
Tinderbox
30 amas
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Rolled up Tent
3 days of rations (roughly)
Small dagger with purple hilt (gift she doesn’t know about)
Waterskin
Tinderbox
20 ft of rope
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Tanithil spun around towards the Light Elf who had thrown around the term "we" so casually. [color=darkmagenta]"Hey woah woah woah there buck-o. 'We' did not forge any pact or agreement. All I said is that we plan to get the hell out of here."[/color] He pondered for a moment as he spoke. The addition of two more fighters, both of whom seem plenty capable to hold their own, would increase their chances if they got into an ambush. The human alone could probably punch well above his belt in terms of firepower. He let the shadows of his gauntlet recede onto his back, almost cloaking his clothes in a weird perception-defying magic that seemed to hide him from the back. He slung the pack of his front and thrusted it onto Amisra, making sure she held onto it before letting go.

[color=darkmagenta]"That being said. It would seem we all want to just simply leave the premises, and it makes perfect sense for us to travel together. Strength in numbers and all that. As for where the Princess is, I haven't the faintest clue. I hardly want to travel the land looking for her, so what I can promise is that we can [b]maybe[/b] come along until it's best for the two of us to skedaddle."[/color] He looked at every one of them for a few moments before letting out a sigh, as if to signal he's finally relaxed some, despite the impending threat of being scorched standing about 15 feet to his right. His gaze fell onto Amisra, speaking in a much more calm and jovial demeanor.

[color=darkmagenta]"I mean...that's all assuming you're okay with that and don't want to go running off into the sunset to gods know where. Think you can quell the spirit of vengeance for sometime until we have an actual army to face off against the...actual army?"[/color]
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