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[color=EACF96][color=FFBA67]Time:[/color] Morning
[color=FFBA67]Location:[/color] Camp outside Roshmi
[color=FFBA67]Interaction:[/color] [@Apex Sunburn] Scathael,  [@FunnyGuy] Thraash [@ShiningSector] FIVE
[color=FFBA67]Equipment:[/color] Repeating crossbow, a bag, sword, two daggers, 3 small red potions, 1 large red potion, 1 large blue potion, hoverboard, portable solar box, eye protectors, fire starter kit, channeling gloves that turn her light magic orange, makeup, perfume, a skull she wears as a mask and a disguise ring[/color]
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[color=FFBA67] "Yeah I am. "[/color] Mari responded to the dark elf immediately, though surprisingly she kept her tone low, respecting his wishes.  [color=FFBA67] "I feel like we should be looking for whoever did that to that town so I can shove [i]this[/i] up their ass."[/color] She gestured with the sword at her side before letting it drop. [color=FFBA67] "That was so fucked up... And I guess I have no right to be bitching since that was your home."[/color] Her eyes slid to Vallana, her expression softening. [color=FFBA67] "And hers.'[/color]

A surprised expression followed that included a slight grimace as FIVE offered something to Scathael to put in his tea. [color=FFBA67][i] That thing better not be trying to poison them. Can warforged even demonstrate sympathy or even a desire to help others? What's the game here? [/i][/color]

Meanwhile, Aerilyn seemed entirely nonchalant, focused on returning to the goblins and manticore hunting. Mari gritted her teeth and shook her leg anxiously, her gaze locked on Vallana as thoughts raced in her head. The urge to confront Aerilyn was strong, to tell her this wasn't something they should just move on from. But the bunny demihuman carried on with further reasoning that was annoyingly logical. It made no sense to linger in one place too long given the circumstances.

[color=FFBA67][i]What do you care, Mari? This is what you want. You and Thraash are here to make some amas and move on. [/i][/color]

Rising from her seat, she moved with a restless energy to serve herself some boar, tearing into it with a ferocity that bordered on aggression. Each rip of meat from bone seemed to release a bit of her pent-up tension. Returning to her seat, she devoured the meal within minutes. 

Once finished, she armed and prepared herself. [color=FFBA67] "You'll lead the way, Aerilyn?"[/color] Mari asked as she fastened her hair up.  [/color]