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<p>Fremea looks at the short bearded man? and quietly says, "Those things belong to her. You will give them over as we will need to have everyone in fighting condition." (If he doesn't understand her words, she will use shorter phrasing, "Give now, not yours."<br>
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<div id="divRplyFwdMsg" dir="ltr"><font face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size:11pt" color="#000000"><b>From:</b> pnpgm <pnpgm-bounces@list.powersandperils.org> on behalf of d kerr <megumimika@gmail.com><br>
<b>Sent:</b> Saturday, November 5, 2016 6:38:53 AM<br>
<b>To:</b> pnpgm@list.powersandperils.org<br>
<b>Subject:</b> [pnpgm] @Fremea</font>
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<div dir="ltr">Maelorna looks at the fae and smiles hopefully, "I would keep running, but you're right, I do not even know what land I'm in, the Captain had just said he would happily get me to another city or town. If your group would accept me, I'll happily
stay with you. I already know my chances on my own, in a city, I would just run, but here, I'm as good as dead. If your able to remove the collar, then I'm indebted and would work until the debt is repaid."<br>
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She hears the dwarf and looks over to see him still holding the crossbow. She looks at Fremea, "If he is intent on keeping my crossbow, he'll need the clips for it, in the lower right pocket of the pack, there are 2 clips, the bolts are inside the pack, with
the tools and clothes I wore when so ordered. I just ask to be allowed to keep my dagger?" she asks hopefully, "While my talents for magic pale in comparison to my owne-" as she stops herself, "to him. I did learn, though the other skills I have he failed
to truly take into account, else I wouldn't be here."<br>
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