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Nivram
Shaken and stirred was not how Nivram liked starting his mornings, especially not, when he was in a very unstable mood in his stomach and head thanks to the abysmal quality of the drink he had had the night before.
He almost threw up on Detheriel, but managed to hold back the outburst. He did not catch most of what Detheriel told him, but there was one phrase, which fully caught his attention.
"Now lets have it all..."
It almost immediately fully sobered Nivram as he tried to find a way of getting out of this very unpleasant proposition.
"I don't have any more on me. I...I think I'll just go and scout a bit ahead," he said slowly backing away from Detheriel. Unfortunately for him, and quite probably fortunately for the group, his foot bumped against his bag as he made a step backwards. Nivram cringed as the sound of a bottle knocking against another was heard coming from his bag.
He sighed deeply and produced two bottles of very cheap looking rum from his pack.
"I'll want those back," he said to Detheriel as he prepared to go ahead and scout as he had said. Nivram smiled to himself as he walked away, happy that one bottle alone could not make a clinking sound of glass upon glass.
The morning was indeed beautiful, the rays of the morning sun penetrating here and there between the trees. The morning dew still shone on the blades of grass, wetting Nivram's feet through his shoes as he walked.
It was fifteen minutes after he had left their campsite that he heard strange noises from the left. Running footsteps among the trees were followed by a sword being unsheathed, and then the footsteps continuing. Nivram loosened his daggers, preparing for whatever was to come, and called out to the mysterious runner.
"Who goes there?"
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