Berrod Armstrong approached the door to the headquarters of the Astral Agents, juggling quite a few parcels in his large arms. Ground provisions! Popotoes, sweet popotoes and a few other common edible roots. He had promised Drystfarr the bartender that he'd keep the place stocked with stew for a few days to give him a break from cooking. While the Sea-Wolf didn't seem keen on the lack of variety, stew was all Berrod was particularly good at cooking. His attempt to bake bread had produced fortress-worthy bricks and his grilled steaks all seemed to have earned the ire of a thaumaturge. The highlander had even been forbidden from making salads, due to an unfortunate incident involving a mixup of kale and poisonous nettle. Nevertheless, a promise was a promise.Â
Carefully he shifted all the items to one arm and opened the door with the other. The moment he stepped in, a familiar tingle at the back of his neck led him to the instant belief that there were eyes on him. Quickly he spun to see who was behind him -- but there was no one at the gate, nor in the street. There was a Brass Blade patrol several yalms away, but both their backs were to him as they moved south. With a slow exhale, Berrod grumbled to himself, irritated by his paranoia. There was work to be done -- he couldn't afford to be jumping at each whisper of wind across the back of his neck. Briskly, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. No one there, nothing to worry about.
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Carefully he shifted all the items to one arm and opened the door with the other. The moment he stepped in, a familiar tingle at the back of his neck led him to the instant belief that there were eyes on him. Quickly he spun to see who was behind him -- but there was no one at the gate, nor in the street. There was a Brass Blade patrol several yalms away, but both their backs were to him as they moved south. With a slow exhale, Berrod grumbled to himself, irritated by his paranoia. There was work to be done -- he couldn't afford to be jumping at each whisper of wind across the back of his neck. Briskly, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. No one there, nothing to worry about.
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