15 January 2019 | Winnie Hyde | 776 words

[23:46:39]
Winnie Hyde:
99, that was the soldiers now left in the Arythawn Keep. A shorter elven woman made her way through the woods, east, towards the Mournlands, on patrol. "What do you think Oscar? Was Channara right?" The large tail that was attached to the elven woman swirled about, tail fluff extending as it bristled; its voice speaking in that thrice folded warbled speech; [Abyssal] ~Who knows young one. She lacks resources, perhaps you can aid her in stronger ways. There is honor in that.~ The red headed woman huffed a little as she walked, tossing a dagger into a tree occasionally as she walked. She would pause to retrieve it, before passing forward though. She was on patrol, an active member of the Thousand Yard Stare guild. There was only so much she could do on her own however, there was so little personal left in the ruined keep, and most were split between patrols and repairs. She kept to her own patrols though, finding a solitary style of things best. Was it such a hard thing to do, walk around for the day, and slay the occasional monster making its way west? No not really, but there had to be more to life. She sought honor, challenge, and a desire to explore the world, but was tied to the keep and Channara.

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[01:20:58]
Winnie Hyde:
The red headed woman paused, the tail lifting, and swiveling lightly in the air. There was something like a snuffling sound, before the woman headed in the direction of the smoke. The woman kept low as she approached, and broke the clearing, a dagger held in hand, pocket watch focus hanging off her belt. She paused looking to the carcass of the animal, and the cloaked individual. "Ho there." The tail stretched out, fluffing a bit, and showed large sharp teeth towards the figure. "These woods are danger close to the keep of the Thousand Yard Stare. State your intentions in the region."

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[01:48:56]
Winnie Hyde:
The woman sheathed one of the three daggers on her hip, and rested both hands, fingers laced, behind her head. She walked forward with little care and grinned; "My boss sent me out on patrol, and I spotted your smoke. Figured I'd give it a peek, make sure no monsters had gotten through the area. Not exactly my expertise, but hey, ya do what you can right?" She paused watching the cloaked figure, and then looked about the camp. "So, I guess it comes down to guard duty. The area's not exactly safe." She huffed a little, and blew a bit of stray bangs from her face. The tail lifted, turning in on itself, as a long pointed, purple and white striped tongue dangled out of its mouth. Acid dripped down onto the ground, and burned a small patch as it spoke; [Abyssal] ~This one has a strong presence, maybe they have something to spare?~ The red head grinned abit, "Got anything you could offer to the war effort? My guild's trying to rebuild the nearby keep, for the defense of the lands. Any spare gold could help."

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[03:09:59]
Winnie Hyde:
She rolled her shoulders a bit, and crossed her arms against her stomach a bit. She smiled a little, ears twitching, and she looked over her shoulder, towards Oskar; [Abyssal] "Well I tried, no harm in askin" She then turned her head, looking back to the cloaked man. "I'm sure the guild could always use help, if your able-bodied. The pay is well, terrible, which is why patrols are supposed to look for aid in rebuilding the keep." She sniffed a little, and smiled, "Care to share a bite to eat then? Patrol sucks. I'd rather be back with my nose in a book." The tail turned looking between him, and the red headed woman; [Abyssal] ~You know we should continue on. This one isn't good prey, and we won't get any benefit from further interaction, you slacking mooch.~

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[03:09:59]
Winnie Hyde:
Winifred nodded, and walked to sit down near him and smiled, "I appreciate it. A bit of a break and a good meal, will help me keep my strength up. I'm Winifred by the way, guild librarian for the Thousand Yard Stare, over in the keep." She hooked a thumb over her shoulder at the tail, "This is Oskar, my companion. He doesn't speak common, but greets you warmly." She folded her wrists against her knees, and checked the pocket watch at her belt, checking the time, and running a finger against the focus. She'd eat a quiet meal with the man after a while, and then move on, to contiunue her day's patrol, before returning to the keep to rest for that night.

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