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[Twi]

Davi reads the list and is aided by it! Woo!

[Slayerhero90]

Allie draws on the armor she's wearing, a sort of dress made from red dragons scales and bone.

[Twi]

Camille looks at Allie.

^{"Nice clothes. Very stylish!"}

She seems genuinely impressed.

[Slayerhero90]

"Thanks."

She adds a crown to the picture. Silver, multiple rubies, all triangle cut, and Kestvoshorik letters in bronze. The Kestvoshorik alphabet, if I need remind, contains 46 separate letters and looks very similar to Daedric.

[Caellath]

Bartholomew is a bit surprised by the amount of help he's getting. Never had that kind of assistance, and sorting out herbs before preparing and drying them usually took him several hours.

He smiles brightly at them, satisfied.
"Thanks you very much for the help, all of you."

[Spinal_Taper]

She smiles at Barth.
"No need for the thanks, I'm here to help, of course."
She then looks at Davi and thinks for a moment before tapping her on the shoulder.
"Honey, want me to show you some things?"

[Slayerhero90]

Allie touches her forehead. Her new horns are receding.
"Huh."

She continues drawing, now adding her arms.

[Twi]

Davi looks at Sona.

"Hm?"

[Slayerhero90]

((Is anyone else having problems with these forums?))

Allie draws her axes in her bottom two hands, her pistol in her upper right, and her free hand crackling with electricity.

[Vorthon]

Kwykathen stumbles into the Hive out of the rain, positively soaked.

"Gyeh."

((Yep))

[Slayerhero90]

((Like every page is a 405 and you end up ninjaing yourself and double posting?))

Allie starts to draw her legs.

[Twi]

((504's everywheeere.))

"Hello, Katherine."

[Spinal_Taper]

Davi looks at Sona.

"Hm?"

"Y'see, when I'm organizing herbs, weapons or anything really, I typically find it easier to put it into broad groups, then break those down rather than sorting each individual object."
She points at her area, where the herbs are arranged in groups according to their different qualities, like shape or color."

[Vorthon]

"Ugh. So much rain."

[Caellath]

"I think I'm going to sleep pretty soon..."

Bartholomew blinks, stubbornly trying to shoo sleepiness away, but he ultimately starts to drift into a nap after checking a veritable number of herbs and preparing them for being dried.