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*Thelm shrugs, seemingly unfazed by all the gasping, yelling and fist flailing* You posted a notice. I found it. I dunno what you want a severed head and two hands for. Maybe a home decoration? *He picks up the two hands and holds them atop the centaur's head, like some creepy antlers* Like this? So...

*the warrior looks behind himself, comically following Bif's searching gaze and looks back to the enchanter, clearly confused* Handsome gnomy? I'm not yet used to your fancy words. Centaur and hand, yes? I said I did not find any gnomies. Here. *Thelm 'gently' pushes Bif a step back and drops the la...

Hello *the imposingly tall man nods in greeting* You are the one they call Bif, yes? We may have met, I think. Or I'm confusing you with the other one *shrugs in indifference* You are looking for... *checks a blood soaked piece of parchment* A centaur with a hand and some gnomy? It took some marcs b...

*Thelm reads the notice, nods and heads into the eastern mountains. Several centaur cries and neighs of outrage can be heard as far as Branishor*

*Thelm accepts the cider and takes some generous drinks from it. Then he smiles and happily offers the much lighter container to any takers, before laying down in a drunken stupor while listening to Melina's tale of the tribe*

Thelm tramples into the campsite clumsily, clicking a greeting to those gathered and a louder one to any that may be hidden and eavesdropping. He pauses afterwards, wondering if he clicked correctly or instead commented on how nice everyone's hair was this turn... Spotting the spirit cider exchangin...