“Shadowhound worked quickly,” he laughed seeing the wooden case** on the small table. he quickly gathered the few things they would need for the evening, happy not to be spending another night between these narrow walls. He pries the case open and removes a dusk colored bottle, and smiles as he carefully wraps into the center of her bedroll. He joins her at the door, he nods his thanks to Maria as they leave.
** One wooden case with several carefully packed bottles of elven elderberry wine.
ooc: It just seemed right to let Shadowhound leave in style. 
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One does not control the Wind.
One enters it, feels its freedom. And moves.
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