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Post by enchilada on Apr 11, 2019 21:39:21 GMT
“Vim! Vim the Termagant! Tha’s what they call me at my local tavern anyway.” She grinned, shrugging. Vim kept an open body language, and a warm vibe, as best she could. Not only for these poor, shaken up people, but in general, usually. It was the horns, people thought she was making some kind of compensation, or she supposed that’s what they thought.
“The Lord? Hopefully they’ve learned their lesson already, but uh, yeah. I’ll make a note.”
“Oh! Oh my! My good ol’lifegifer. Yknow, like she gave birth to me, yeah, we all live together still. I could move out, but all the cool kids go to Waterdeep, and I already live so close it wouldn’t make a difference!”
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Arioch
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Post by Arioch on Apr 15, 2019 17:36:43 GMT
"Vim the Termagant? Repeated Lara in a lower voice
"What's a Termagant?" Asked Dolf in a similar manner
Both were still fairly surprised by the womans' manners and upbeat attitude, and as far as Dolf was concerned, her age too, he couldn't quite discern it. It wasn't strange that people would live with their families. In the fields, people would live with their families sometimes well until their adult life, or their whole lives. To have multiple houses was the privilege of the rich or those that were well off and could afford it. Them? With any luck they would get by with what they have.
"Well if... If there's anything we can do for you don't hesitate to ask" Offered Lara. A few moments afterwards Dolf threw a glance in the direction of the people lying down.
"Let's be on hour way before sundown, I don't think these woods are safe after nightfall" He said, and soon afterwards, waiting for Vim, they began to head back. Surely after that the tale about the strange helping woman would spread around the villagers.
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