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Vincent Pathfinder 98/98
Grabbing a piecie of the newly roasted cow, Vincent wanderd over and grabbed most of the remaining strands of silver These will come in handy when turned into arrow heads he thought. Scanning the area with his elvish vision he saw a few creatures of the night here and there, but nothing seemed out of place, so he headed back into fire light still munching on his meat kabob. The slender knife that it was skewerd by had a silverish radiance in the fire light but looked to thin to be a fighting weapon but the glistening steel bespoke an inner strength to the blade which just under a foot in length. Sitting by the fire he looked around at his party and smiled contently. Reaching into his cloak he fished around for a moment and then his hand emerged with a yellowish round ball that looked like an onion. Sticking it on his knife on top of the meat he stuck it over the small camp fire, soon the air was filled with the slight scent of a roasting onion. After about five minutes of this he pulled it back and blew on it for a few seconds. Taking a bite of the meat and then the onion he chewd it heartily and gave a contented smile.
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