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[b][color=01F0FF]Time:[/color][/b] Evening
[b][color=01F0FF]Location:[/color][/b] Sailing aboard [i]The Righteous Tern[/i]
[b][color=01F0FF]Interactions:[/color][/b] Rue[@Potter]
[b][color=01F0FF]Equipment:[/color][/b][url=https://www.dndbeyond.com/avatars/thumbnails/7/223/1000/1000/636284734857745454.jpeg]Sword[/url], hunting knife, a backpack with supplies, and a stoat named Raze who naps in the pocket of his vest. 
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[color=01F0FF]“One of who?”[/color] Bowyn matched the hush tone Rue had used, wondering who Rue worried Bridget might be, or might be aligned with. A distant and haunted look quickly consumed her once peaceful expression. [color=01F0FF]“Whatever Bridget is, and her alliances, barely matter. We are skilled hunters, Bardulf too, and she is just a deer. No one will take us again. On my life, Rue.”[/color] There was no need for the darkness of the past to drag Rue down as she soared. 

Soon his attention was drawn to the ship’s deck and machine that Rue had spotted. Warforged, the artificial life. Not like fairies, elves, or anyother creature that roamed Avalia. They were not born, did not grow, simply machines built by others. Bowyn struggled to see any difference between such a thing and a cart or a ship or a tool.

[color=01F0FF]“Doesn’t look like much of a warforged, can’t see anything that looks like a proper weapon. Unless it’s one of those real advanced ones. Probably cannon fodder. You think it’s Luum’s?[/color] He wondered. An advanced warforged with hidden weapons would be a real nice addition, something that didn’t look so dangerous but could blast it’s way through an small army. [color=01F0FF][i]Did Luum even have that kind of amas? Doubtful. Probably a cannon fodder model, still useful.[/i][/color] Always nice to have a machine to send towards destruction over a life. [/color]