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Shortly after he left the city, Veldren found himself at the door of a rather delapidated cabin. "Paoli," he shouted, and an old man, still spry, came to the door.
"Yes, I'm here, just like I said," the huntsman replied grumpily. "Don't go on shouting, young Veldren, or every beastie in the wood will know we're about. Hmmp," he went on, as to himself, "not a thing like his father, no, sir, when Lord Attalus hunted, you never knew he was there until, whack! the arrow was in the beastie, and only one it took, too." As he was delivering this uncomplimentary assessment, Paoli latched his cabin door and slipped off onto a faint trail in the forest underbrush. Soon, they were standing at a mumbleberry bush. "See anything?" he asked the youth sardonically.
Veldren certainly did. He took his right hand from his slung bow and delicately teased a tuft of hair from one of the trailing brances' thorns. It was snow-white.
Ganstis's face still stung from the priestess' whip as the patrol gathered at the cave mouth that gave onto the surface world. One of the others would have healed it with a potion, but his House was too poor to be lavish with such things, and he wanted to save the one that he possessed for real wounds, though the others continued to taunt him about his whealed and scabbing face.
Shal'Drissa stuck her head out and scanned the area. "Too much light, still," she announced and sat down on the cave floor, waiting for the sun to set. A rabbit ducked into the cave, startling them all, especially the priestess, who struck at it with her whip. She missed, and the small creature scuttled away, safely. Ganstis felt Bufo nudge him, and flicked his eyes to see the look of glee pass quickly across his comrade's face before it resumed a serious look when Shal'Drissa looked about to see their reaction. Hmm, Ganstis thought, a little nervous tonight, are we? Outwardly, he gave no sign.
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