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Telryn Gale
Telryn, who had been watching the scene with the utmost curiosity, sat down and took a small piece of the fish. He ate it, surprised at the taste, and thanked Isokla.
"I have bread, and a few scraps of meat and fruit in my backpack, if anyone would like some?" He said cheerfully, looking at the people around him, "You'll have to dig a bit, it's probably squashed at the bottom..."
He lay his backpack down on the ground, bits of the platemail set he had looted earlier were falling out. The quicker they got to a settlement of some kind, the quicker he could get it fit for his size, and buy some supplies. Standing up, he pulled his cloak close round him; the wind had a harsh bite to it. He glanced at Ydalon and Isokla, before muttering "You'll be wanting firewood, aye?"
[ 04-08-2006, 05:55 PM: Message edited by: Ivelliis ]
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