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[color=silver]L O C A T I O N :[/color] Lodge, Port10
[color=silver]I N T E R A C T I O N S :[/color] [@Conscripts]
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[color=silver][sub]E Q U I P M E N T :[/sub][/color][hider=][sub]N/A[/sub][/hider]
 

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	 [color=silver]The Light Elf watched the ogre. The large creatures body tensed and relaxed. Well, it never fully relaxed. His body more so made itself less threatening seeming, if that were possible for an Ogre, especially of his size. Nonetheless, good ole Timothy Babadil was not frightened in the least. He trusted this Ogre. He was, after all was said and done, a good omen.

      Rattling his light as he made way for an even friendlier posture, shadows cast about them. Despite the shadows, the small fire made the trees and rest of the forest around them seem less menacing and meddlesome. Maybe it was some hidden power within the Light Elf himself or maybe it was simply the glint of pure hope that continually sparkled in his adventurous eyes.

   [color=b2beb5] “The name is Timothy Babadil! Been here longer than most can remember and that includes this here forest. Although, that might mean I wasn’t always here in this forest and was somewhere else entirely before I did come here.”[/color]

      There was a pause in his introduction. The wind blew a bit and sent shivers through the brush and leaves. Ole Timothy listened intently, but his eyes remained interested in Barrock. When the wind died down, the whimsical smirk returned.

      [color=b2beb5] “I am adamant we get you back to my place. I may not have helped your friends as much as I have if it weren’t for you. You’re good fortune to have ‘round. Unfortunately, I have a feeling, we don’t have much time here — you and me, so we best be going to where we’re supposed to be.”[/color] 

     Timothy’s timber body turned. The lantern creaked just enough to sound like a branch moaning. And with that, one brown booted foot in front of the next, he began wandering on a secret path invisible to everyone but him. But, just before he made too much headway, his nose poked behind him.  [color=b2beb5]“I wouldn’t wish your friends missing out on an apology just because we took too long making our introductions.”[/color] 

      The lantern light began traveling, again, and somehow, underneath his hat, he became part of the forest. A small nymph flame (most certainly his lantern in disguise) will-o’-the-wisp’d through the whimsies of the forest. It was all just clear enough for Barrock to see.[/color]