*Lightly swings his Greataxe in a duel arc then calmly takes his possion at the right flank smileing broadly* Aye that's what I been amissin', a good pit fight. An' me poor ballmauler 'ere, she hant'a had a drink in far to long I be athinkin', an' a wee lil' kitty be just the thirst quencher. *Smile...

*McEwan nods to Ollumm who is playing with his clay flute then walks past Fy'Rin who is playing with his pocket flute and sits outside the circle of the fire light with his back to the camp (head down and eyes in motion)

Plays with beard a bit

Aye, a dry spot iffin ya would. I not be awantin' ta be alyin' down ina swamp this eve.

McEwan trudges onward with his head down in seaming inattention, but his eyes are in constant motion I be asmellin' trouble both to fore an' aft ta us, boss, may-haps ants afore, may-haps no. May-haps polotics aft o' no. looks up and smiles to the others It's lookin' ta be excitin' an' notin' break...

McEwan takes up a possision in the rear, mumbleing something about burning day-light and gradually falls behind

(OOG. short legs)

*Comes bursting into the tavern with a full pack on his back and a greataxe over his shoulder. Walks over to Olum*

Wa' boss I be awaitin' a' the tree liken ya told me, but it be amighty hot out an me feet be aitchin' ta start awalken. We marchin' or a talkin' today?

shoulders way throught door Evnin' all. I hear some right fine singin', and I be a thinkin' that I be parched for a wee drab o' ale and some company. Looks regretfully at empty mug on bar. Iffin' I could be botherin' ya fer a tast of yer fine drink sar? Leens axe against bar And a pint fer me Ba'ma...

"Sir. Iffin yer thinkin' that me sheild and me axe may be of use I be more than a-willin' ta help put these poor souls back ta their rest"