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Post by Dragon Claire on Jan 30, 2014 20:44:11 GMT
Elandowyn enters the pub and takes off her hat with an exasperated sigh. "Barman a drink please. I will be sitting just over there." She indicates an empty table near the fire and plops herself down and pulls some parchment and ink and quill out of her pouch and starts scribbling. She looks up as her drink is brought over. "Thank you." She takes the glass and raises it in toast. "Praise be to Lady Tralda" she takes a sip and sets it down and returns to her scribblings.
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Post by Leah on Feb 8, 2014 20:40:48 GMT
Jeanne almost falls down into the chair beside Ellen and places her sword and shield to the side of the table. Tugging at the heavy bracer on her arm she unfastens it and lets it fall to the ground. "Much better," she mumbles.
"Are you doing well? I've still not managed to dry off yet..."
After shaking the water off a little, she reaches into her bag and pulls out her diary. "Right. The meeting is arranged for the abandoned barn just outside of Puddock. We really need to talk about what we are going to ask them..."
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Post by Dragon Claire on Feb 9, 2014 8:48:59 GMT
Elandowyn watches the Templar nursing her arm and winces "If the arm is still bothering you I could take a look if you like?" She takes another sip of her drink "Good to hear we have that arranged. I'm slowly drying out I think" "I think we need to figure out what we want to know exactly and work out what to ask from there. Which means we need to work out what we know already"
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