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[b]Time:[/b] [color=cornflowerblue]Evening[/color]
[b]Location:[/b] [color=cornflowerblue]Aboard the Righteous Tern[/color]
[b]Interaction:[/b] [color=cornflowerblue]Mister Luum [@FunnyGuy], Rue [@Potter], Bowyn [@Helo], Zeva [@Pink Khione], and Masako [@dreamingflowers][/color]
[hider=Equipment]80 amas, Heirloom Halberd, cloak, set of leather armor/clothes
[b]Newly Added:[/b]Winter clothes, 50 steel ball bearings, animal trap, net, darksight glasses, aand 30 ft of rope
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The windy breeze of the sea continued brushing both cowl and hair aside as Bardulf fruitlessly tried to maintain a vigil of shroud to his face. After about the 15th time he gave up entirely and let the long brown locks of his flow freely. Still, each pace he took was measured and careful. After what could have easily been dozens of minutes he finally took his razor focus off the feel of the swaying ocean. Bardulf began to appreciate the sound of the wave lapping against the wooden ship, the errant beating of Starfire’s wings, the sounds of conversations above deck, and now the distinct clicking of wood on wood. 

Somehow the last noise was louder than the rest and as Bardulf closed his eyes and listened intently to the sound, he realized a presence had unknowingly “snuck” up on him. He pivoted on his foot and swung to face the person with an almost robotic reaction. His purple eyes darted along the figure that stood before him, taking in their features. Bardulf could barely process the idea of a Warforged or the concept of artificial life in the first place. Yet here was living proof walking right into his path, or perhaps Bardulf walked into hers. 

He lowered his arms that likely took a defensive stance, like that of a wild animal, and hid them under his winter cloak. With a nod he spoke softly to the Warforged. [color=aqua]”H-hello. Who might you be?”[/color]

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