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<strong>For the first time since you have met him, Skaagenrackner gives all of you an expression that might be a smile. </strong>"Follow the Exalted Wolf! He will show you the way. With him, answers will become as clear as a reflection in a still lake." Then Otiorin arrives. His arrival startles Skaagenrackner who rises, fists clenching. "What is this?! A <em>half-elf</em> in my forest?" Vardadraug scampers about, running in circles in an attempt to get Skaagenrackner's attention. In the language of animals, he barks and yaps. "He is with them, Old Stone! I have watched him." "I can see that, but... <em>is he the one?" </em>Pushing creaking branches aside to get a better look, the ancient behemoth's eyes grow wide as he bends down to peer at Otiorin. Most creatures in this position have never felt smaller in their lives. Vardadraug shakes his fur scattering dust and leaves about him. "No! He is innocent of the crime." "You are a far greater judge of character than I, Exalted Wolf. If you say he is not the one, then I shall not destroy him." "One day that half-elf will come to justice!" Vardadraug howls. "One day!" <strong>Walking together, Bria and Powerpaw then come into view. Bria appears worried, but it is Powerpaw who appears to be stewing irritably. </strong>The muscled feline looks as if he has been thrashed viciously. His naked fur is mangled and tangled in many places and stains of blood mar in patches, some of it his. He snarls, his fangs and warrior pride showing plainly. For those who have experience among warriors, Wolf and Kitrin especially, there is little need for explanation - <em>no </em>warrior wishfully enters a battle like the one you had so unprepared. However, Skaagenrackner is in for a second shock when he sees Powerpaw. "And what are you? I have not seen your like in all my time!" Powerpaw straightens and stands tall, almost militarily, and points a sharp claw at himself. His answer is filled with pride. "I iz a <em>kitty-face!</em> I comes from da Land of Kitty-faces where we killz an' noms <em>everyting </em>dat stands against us. Well... we killz moar often than we noms..." Skaagenrackner puts one hand against his cheek. "By the Forest Mother, how did I miss <em>both </em>a half-elf <em>and </em>a 'kitty-face'?" Bria answers, her voice just loud enough to hear. "Mister Rocky Person? I think they were standing on you when you erupted. Your coming into the battle launched them way up into the air." "Ah! When I awoke! My apologies, little ones. I have always been a bad one to rouse suddenly..." "No worriez, stony." Then Powerpaw stares at Luna with disbelief in his eyes. "Luna-face, we gotta talk. You <em>really </em>attack <em>four </em>of dose big horny armored guys wiff only Wolfs an' Bria presents? Way I sees it, we iz lucky ta be alive!" He then turns to Otiorin, and does his level best to relax. "Hey! Waz you really up in da air, too? Dat bull-face punched me in da face so hard, I saw Otiorin!" He tries to chuckle, but fails. Then disappointedly, he adds. "I don' remember <em>nuffin</em>' after dat..." Then those senses fall upon the green bundle and brown bag in Otiorin's possession. "Ooh? Where'd dat comes from?"
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<strong>For the first time since you have met him, Skaagenrackner gives all of you an expression that might be a smile. </strong>"Follow the Exalted Wolf! He will show you the way. With him, answers will become as clear as a reflection in a still lake." Then Otiorin arrives. His arrival startles Skaagenrackner who rises, fists clenching. "What is this?! A <em>half-elf</em> in my forest?" Vardadraug scampers about, running in circles in an attempt to get Skaagenrackner's attention. In the language of animals, he barks and yaps. "He is with them, Old Stone! I have watched him." "I can see that, but... <em>is he the one?" </em>Pushing creaking branches aside to get a better look, the ancient behemoth's eyes grow wide as he bends down to peer at Otiorin. Most creatures in this position have never felt smaller in their lives. Vardadraug shakes his fur scattering dust and leaves about him. "No! He is innocent of the crime." "You are a far greater judge of character than I, Exalted Wolf. If you say he is not the one, then I shall not destroy him." "One day that half-elf will come to justice!" Vardadraug howls. "One day!" <strong>Walking together, Bria and Powerpaw then come into view. Bria appears worried, but it is Powerpaw who appears to be stewing irritably. </strong>The muscled feline looks as if he has been thrashed viciously. His naked fur is mangled and tangled in many places and stains of blood mar in patches, some of it his. He snarls, his fangs and warrior pride showing plainly. For those who have experience among warriors, Wolf and Kitrin especially, there is little need for explanation - <em>no </em>warrior wishfully enters a battle like the one you had so unprepared. However, Skaagenrackner is in for a second shock when he sees Powerpaw. "And what are you? I have not seen your like in all my time!" Powerpaw straightens and stands tall, almost militarily, and points a sharp claw at himself. His answer is filled with pride. "I iz a <em>kitty-face!</em> I comes from da Land of Kitty-faces where we killz an' noms <em>everyting </em>dat stands against us. Well... we killz moar often than we noms..." Skaagenrackner puts one hand against his cheek. "By the Forest Mother, how did I miss <em>both </em>a half-elf <em>and </em>a 'kitty-face'?" Bria answers, her voice just loud enough to hear. "Mister Rocky Person? I think they were standing on you when you erupted. Your coming into the battle launched them way up into the air." "Ah! When I awoke! My apologies, little ones. I have always been a bad one to rouse suddenly..." "No worriez, stony." Then Powerpaw stares at Luna with disbelief in his eyes. "Luna-face, we gotta talk. You <em>really </em>attack <em>four </em>of dose big horny armored guys wiff only Wolfs an' Bria presents? Way I sees it, we iz lucky ta be alive!" He then turns to Otiorin, and does his level best to relax. "Hey! Waz you really up in da air, too? Dat bull-face punched me in da face so hard, I saw Otiorin!" He tries to chuckle, but fails. Then disappointedly, he adds. "I don' remember <em>nuffin</em>' after dat..." Then those senses fall upon the green bundle and brown bag in Otiorin's possession. "Ooh? Where'd dat comes from?"
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