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“You’re a monk, yes?” Roan asks with an amused smile. “I suppose I have an old set of bracers I could give you.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a folded bag made of velvet, unfolds it,… (View Post)

Emeril’s surface thoughts: I’ll need to tell Lissa that I’ll be going soon. Dorin can watch her while I’m gone. Roan’s surface thoughts: Damn, I really wanted that donation. Kaiser’s surface thoughts… (View Post)

“We leave in the morning,” Emeril says. “You all should get some rest. Dorin has been informed that your rooms are free. Consider it thanks for all you’ve done so far.” (View Post)

Minion, roll 1d20 Neat! (View Post)