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Herbert shoved Bufo forwards, the little knife a keen prick between the halfling's shoulders. The thief stumbled towards the door, which was still hanging loose from where he had entered. Robin was on the other side of that door..
Bufo opened the door and stepped out onto the walkway that linked each carriage to the one behind it.
"Steady now thief," growled Herbert, "If ye fall, it's a cold and lonesome death for ye, if the wheels don't get you that is!"
Bufo gulped, steadying himself against the rocking motion of the train. Where was Robin? The halfling tried to look about without making it obvious. Out of the corner of his eye he thought he caught a glimpse of the ranger's shoe poking out from behind the open door that was flapping about behind them now.
"What are you waiting for?" barked Herbert, shoving the halfling again, nearly making him fall down past the couplings to a certain, eventual death. Bufo gulped and shuffled forwards, stepping into the next carriage...
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Back in their carriage at the rear of the train, the companions dozed. Yngwie strummed at his instrument, staring pointedly at Rambulge, who still hadn't answered his question. "I say, Sir Rambulge... are you alright? You zoned out on me there for a bit!"
Bufo opened the door and stepped out onto the walkway that linked each carriage to the one behind it.
"Steady now thief," growled Herbert, "If ye fall, it's a cold and lonesome death for ye, if the wheels don't get you that is!"
Bufo gulped, steadying himself against the rocking motion of the train. Where was Robin? The halfling tried to look about without making it obvious. Out of the corner of his eye he thought he caught a glimpse of the ranger's shoe poking out from behind the open door that was flapping about behind them now.
"What are you waiting for?" barked Herbert, shoving the halfling again, nearly making him fall down past the couplings to a certain, eventual death. Bufo gulped and shuffled forwards, stepping into the next carriage...
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Back in their carriage at the rear of the train, the companions dozed. Yngwie strummed at his instrument, staring pointedly at Rambulge, who still hadn't answered his question. "I say, Sir Rambulge... are you alright? You zoned out on me there for a bit!"
To save CvB backtracking too much, here is the question that Yngwie posed to you:
Yngwie strummed his guitar in a quiet tune whilst looking thoughtfully at Rambulge. "You're a magic user, but you don't need to memorise your spells like a normal mage, do you Sir Rambulge? I've never come across that talent before, except perhaps..." The elf paused. "Have you ever heard of clan Kilmister, of the Barren Lands, from the doomed world of Mylanta...?"
Robin's attempts to hide in shadows was aided by the door swinging open to hide him. He now has a good vantage point behind the guard.
Everyone else is apparently asleep or resting!
Yngwie strummed his guitar in a quiet tune whilst looking thoughtfully at Rambulge. "You're a magic user, but you don't need to memorise your spells like a normal mage, do you Sir Rambulge? I've never come across that talent before, except perhaps..." The elf paused. "Have you ever heard of clan Kilmister, of the Barren Lands, from the doomed world of Mylanta...?"
Robin's attempts to hide in shadows was aided by the door swinging open to hide him. He now has a good vantage point behind the guard.
Everyone else is apparently asleep or resting!