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"I think I fancy a swim," Enzio announced in his singsong tenor voice. After all, he'd grown rather pungent over the past week on the trail of the Mithral Hope. "Any of you care to--" The halfling had just unleashed his marvelous powers of persuasion, hoping to coax his traveling companions to join him in the moat. Such was life on the road with big people--twice the size, twice the odor. But alas, their urgency to reach the bridge outpaced the speed with which he could wield his silver tongue.

"Heh," the halfing chortled. His friends took this adventuring business so very seriously. He enjoyed seeing them in action--the faces they made. And of course, he was glad of it: having them around, sober and alert, ready to face any danger, kill any monster, allowed him to relax and enjoy himself, knowing he could rely on them to keep him alive.

With a shake of his head, he moved to a bit of nearby greenery that would hide him from the keep. There, he unceremoniously dumped has pack and shoved it beneath some branches. The pack weighed more than he did. He sighed with relief, taking a moment to work out the kinks in his shoulders before withdrawing and downing his potion of climbing. As an afterthought, he withdrew his little leather flask and chased the potion with a swig of brandy--to ward against the cold of the moat, he told himself. Checking that everything on his person was secured in a pocket or strapped in place, he set off for the moat.

"I think I fancy a swim," Enzio announced in his singsong tenor voice. After all, he'd grown rather pungent over the past week on the trail of the Mithral Hope. "Any of you care to--" The halfling had just unleashed his marvelous powers of persuasion, hoping to coax his traveling companions to join him in the moat. Such was life on the road with big people--twice the size, twice the odor. But alas, their urgency to reach the bridge outpaced the speed with which he could wield his silver tongue.

"Heh," the halfing chortled. His friends took this adventuring business so very seriously. He enjoyed seeing them in action--the faces they made. And of course, he was glad of it: having them around, sober and alert, ready to face any danger, kill any monster, allowed him to relax and enjoy himself, knowing he could rely on them to keep him alive.

With a shake of his head, he moved to a bit of nearby greenery that would hide him from the keep. There, he unceremoniously dumped has pack and shoved it beneath some branches. The pack weighed more than he did. He sighed with relief, taking a moment to work out the kinks in his shoulders before withdrawing and downing his potion of climbing. As an afterthought, he withdrew his little leather flask and chased the potion with a swig of brandy--to ward against the cold of the moat, he told himself. Checking that everything on his person was secured in a pocket or strapped in place, he set off for the moat.

"I think I fancy a swim," Enzio announced in his singsong tenor voice. After all, he'd grown rather pungent over the past week on the trail of the Mithral Hope. "Any of you care to--" The halfling had just unleashed his marvelous powers of persuasion, hoping to coax his traveling companions to join him in the moat. Such was life on the road with big people--twice the size, twice the odor. But alas, their urgency to reach the bridge outpaced the speed with which he could wield his silver tongue.

"Heh," the halfing chortled. His friends took this adventuring business so very seriously. He enjoyed seeing them in action--the faces they made. And of course, he was glad of it: having them around, sober and alert, ready to face any danger, kill any monster, allowed him to relax and enjoy himself, knowing he could rely on them to keep him alive.

With a shake of his head, he moved to a bit of nearby greenery that would hide him from the keep. There, he unceremoniously dumped has pack and shoved it beneath some branches. The pack weighed more than he did. He sighed with relief, taking a moment to work out the kinks in his shoulders before withdrawing and downing his potion of climbing. As an afterthought, he withdrew his little leather flask and chased the potion with a swig of brandy--to ward against the cold of the moat, he told himself. Checking that everything on his person was secured in a pocket or strapped in place, he set off for the moat.

"I think I fancy a swim," Enzio announced in his singsong tenor voice. After all, he'd grown rather pungent over the past week on the trail of the Mithral Hope. "Any of you care to--" The halfling had just unleashed his marvelous powers of persuasion, hoping to coax his traveling companions to join him in the moat. Such was life on the road with big people--twice the size, twice the odor. But alas, their urgency to reach the bridge outpaced the speed with which he could wield his silver tongue.

"Heh," the halfing chortled. His friends took this adventuring business so very seriously. He enjoyed seeing them in action--the faces they made. And of course, he was glad of it: having them around, sober and alert, ready to face any danger, kill any monster, allowed him to relax and enjoy himself, knowing he could rely on them to keep him alive.

With a shake of his head, he moved to a bit of nearby greenery that would hide him from the keep. There, he unceremoniously dumped has pack and shoved it beneath some branches. The pack weighed more than he did. He sighed with relief, taking a moment to work out the kinks in his shoulders before withdrawing and downing his potion of climbing. As an afterthought, he withdrew his little leather flask and chased the potion with a swig of brandy--to ward against the cold of the moat, he told himself. Checking that everything on his person was secured in a pocket or strapped in place, he set off for the moat.

"I think I fancy a swim," Enzio announced in his singsong tenor voice. After all, he'd grown rather pungent over the past week on the trail of the Mithral Hope. "Any of you care to--" The halfling had just unleashed his marvelous powers of persuasion, hoping to coax his traveling companions to join him in the moat. Such was life on the road with big people--twice the size, twice the odor. But alas, their urgency to reach the bridge outpaced the speed with which he could wield his silver tongue.

"Heh," the halfing chortled. His friends took this adventuring business so very seriously. He enjoyed seeing them in action--the faces they made. And of course, he was glad of it: having them around, sober and alert, ready to face any danger, kill any monster, allowed him to relax and enjoy himself, knowing he could rely on them to keep him alive.

With a shake of his head, he moved to a bit of nearby greenery that would hide him from the keep. There, he unceremoniously dumped has pack and shoved it beneath some branches. The pack weighed more than he did. He sighed with relief, taking a moment to work out the kinks in his shoulders before withdrawing and downing his potion of climbing. As an afterthought, he withdrew his flask and chased the potion with a swig of brandy--to ward against the cold of the moat, he told himself. Checking that everything on his person was secured in a pocket or strapped in place, he set off for the moat.

"I think I fancy a swim," Enzio announced in his singsong tenor voice. After all, he'd grown rather pungent over the past week on the trail of the Mithral Hope. "Any of you care to--" The halfling had just unleashed his marvelous powers of persuasion, hoping to coax his traveling companions to join him in the moat. Such was life on the road with big people--twice the size, twice the odor. But alas, their urgency to reach the bridge outpaced the speed with which he could wield his silver tongue.

"Heh," the halfing chortled. His friends took this adventuring business so very seriously. He enjoyed seeing them in action--the faces they made. And of course, he was glad of it: having them around, sober and alert, ready to face any danger, kill any monster, helped him to relax and enjoy himself, knowing he could rely on them to keep him alive.

With a shake of his head, he moved to a bit of nearby greenery that would hide him from the keep. There, he unceremoniously dumped has pack and shoved it beneath some branches. The pack weighed more than he did. He sighed with relief, taking a moment to work out the kinks in his shoulders before withdrawing and downing his potion of climbing. As an afterthought, he withdrew his flask and chased the potion with a swig of brandy--to ward against the cold of the moat, he told himself. Checking that everything on his person was secured in a pocket or strapped in place, he set off for the moat.

"I think I fancy a swim," Enzio announced in his singsong tenor voice. After all, he'd grown rather pungent over the past week on the trail of the Mithral Hope. "Any of you care to--" The halfling had just unleashed his marvelous powers of persuasion, hoping to coax his traveling companions to join him in the moat. Such was life on the road with big people--twice the size, twice the odor. But alas, their urgency to reach the bridge outpaced the speed with which he could wield his silver tongue.

"Heh," the halfing chortled. His friends took this adventuring business so very seriously. He enjoyed seeing them in action--the faces they made. And of course, he was glad of it: having them around, sober and alert, ready to face any dangers, helped him to relax and enjoy himself, knowing he could rely on them to keep him alive.

With a shake of his head, he moved to a bit of nearby greenery that would hide him from the keep. There, he unceremoniously dumped has pack and shoved it beneath some branches. The pack weighed more than he did. He sighed with relief, taking a moment to work out the kinks in his shoulders before withdrawing and downing his potion of climbing. As an afterthought, he withdrew his flask and chased the potion with a swig of brandy--to ward against the cold of the moat, he told himself. Checking that everything on his person was secured in a pocket or strapped in place, he set off for the moat.