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Telryn Gale
Telryn sighed in relief as they reached the river. A rest was more than welcome, and his water supply was running low.
Walking over to the water he laid his backpack on the floor, rummaging through his possessions before removing five, medium sized water skins; four empty, the fifth half-full.
One by one he unscrewed the tops, filling them up with the water as he did.
"I just hope this water is fresh enough to drink," He muttered to himself as he filled the last of his skins.
Zakaria and Nirvam were speaking quietly just a bit further down the river. Not making an attempt to listen, he tried to drown out the mumbling by splashing some of the water intentionally.
"I hope they don't come to blows," The huge man thought to himself.
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