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Nerendar
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posted 10/10/06 9:19 AM
*Trudging threw the woods, now some distance away from the camp of the hunt, Neren begins to ponder the foolishness of what he has set out to do*
*After continuing walking for several hours Nerendar settles down to eat, absentmindedly wondering how long it will take Jonas to realise he had swiped his satchel of food while the wolflike linovel had been talking to goldar*
"Ah well, the laddie knows how to hunt and I'm certainly to old!"
* Settling down on his fur, the shaman begins to prepare and pray for the vision that will show him where to begin his shaman quest, where and how to commune with the heart of the mountain*
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