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OOC: LOOK EVERYBODY! It's EF DragonMage! Everybody listen! *a hush falls on the crowd*
IC:
~Breanna, having found most of the herbs she needed to resupply her stores, then goes about the business of laying them out to dry. Feeling a bit peaked from all the riding and activity lately, she selects a few leaves and places them in a small pot with some water and places them on a rock. With a wave of her hand, she imbues the rock with heat and then settles down for a few minutes while the tea steeps. Garath bumps her hand and then crawls into her lap for a nap. Gra'ak settles down on an old stump not far away.
Breanna falls off to sleep only to be awakened as a chill has settled over her as the sun has begun to set. Realizing she has fallen asleep quite a ways from where she had set Hiram to his task of securing a room, she quickly gathers things together, gulps down the now cold tea and hurries back to the edge of town....
Upon arriving, she sees Hiram asleep and can smell the alcohol fumes coming off of him in waves. Instead of being angry at her vertically challenged friend, she is amused. She knew he couldn't resist, but knows that he will have secured them a room for the night. But just to spite him, Breanna conjurs a small bucket of mountain stream water over his sleeping form - and upends it on him. Hiram awakes spluttering and..."
[This message has been edited by DragonMage (edited 10-18-2001).]
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