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*The General stands up holding his cup of ale*

I wish to salute those who have fallen against the one called Pentag. For any who died against such an evil died that of a honored warrior. Do not weep for the fallen, but celebrate their life and honor their deeds. Don't disgrace them with your tears, but salute them with a cup of ale and share there story's with the rest of us.

*Turns to Vaun and Amagus*
Bring back the dead? Do you think so little of your fallen heros's that you wish to dishonor their names and deeds by bring them back from the dead? Has the world changed so much that a person who has earned an honored death might loss their honor by the ones that say they love them? But it is not my place to judge, only to understand.

*Looks at Corbyn and Eli*

Ok, now that is all settled. Elder I shall stop by for a few on my way out.

*Looks at Gin*

How quickly would you like to get out of here?

*noting those who have returned and hearing some of the events he quietly stands from his seat and heads to the shadows following close behind Amugas as swiftly as possible, When he catches up He looks about the area making sure they are the only two in the area he comes into full view and waves Amgus over*

Quen works on his new project... the foundation and beginnings of a new building outside. The limping craftsman grumbles as he sees folks returning by the dozens. Eventually he too retires from his work on the building to make sure nobody breaks anything as they haul their gear and supplies back in.

Lambic fills fills a mug for the General and his own horn. He joins the General as he raises a glass.

"General, I would gladly discuss such things. Please give me a moment to finish unpacking and then I will grab a couple of bottles and we will drink."

*Donovan, one of the last to emerge through the portal into Haven, makes a quick scan of the room and finds Talana's face among the crowd. He gives her a nod and begins making his way over to her when he catches some of the conversations going on around him.*

"I will be happy to speak with everyone in just a moment, but first I must see to young Addison..."

*After the small bit of discussion with Vaun and Donovan regarding Atrum's passing, Talana nods to Donovan and offers to take some of the supplies and gear that Donovan is carrying. Quickly setting food and drink before the Woden, Nathanael and the like, she then leads Donovan out of the Inn, heading south with him out of sight.*

After most conversations are dieing down and people start to gather in their own groups Orom stands and raises a mug.

Um me not good at speech I will try my best ..<takes a small sip and ponders on his words a moment>.

Let us remeber the fallen and to bring honer to their names I will Commition from dewie a plaque to be made in their honor and have it placed on the bar.

To vaun she is correct on her words that she will bring back thoughs that she can and we as your town councle will try to do what we can to strighthen our place here and to make a safe place to all who come to rest and live here If any here have any concern for what needs to be done I open the floor to all who wish to speak now on town matters and to anyone who can give Better speach for our fallen
I sorry i can not give the proper words for them but Im just a tribal chief and only know how to address problems for all tribe and now haven.

<takes another sip and most can see he is not comfortable trying to make a speach and is faltering on his words... tanks another sip and then sits down holding his head and starts to silantly sob>.

*Tullus walks through the portal after Donovan, still talking.*

".................and that's how I feel things should always be. You never know when you'd have to run out and get some fish." *He pauses and looks around.* "Ah, so this is Haven, eh? Interesting place indeed. I find it more interesting that I didn't even have to walk a long way to get here, yet it's a long way from where I've been. Atleast, I think it is. I always like to travel."

*Nathanael walks to the table near Talana, adjusting his pouches and weapons for sitting as he moves. He looks down to the fare and then to Talana with a thankful grin befor he sits and speaks softly to Talana*

Its nothing to be concerned about, you knopw how I am . Getting him is now as important as ridding our home of Craven was.

* Nathanael eats wordlessly, stopping only occasionaly to pay attention to the hustle aorund him*

((((Mutated for continuity from 'continuing adventures'))))

*Woden walks into the Inn, his mace in one hand a tankard of Ale still in the other*
*He takes a long pull, froth on his upper lip as he speaks.*
"Donovan is No Dwarf. Gimli is dead, and the mountains have fallen. If you have any other questions about home I suggest you seek the King of Caldonia, you may remember him as Galen, brother to Niloc. He has set up safe haven for our people."
*walking closer to the new Dwarf and looks him over lifting his mug*
"A drink to warm you first, its Dwarven made by Lanbic here, then some answers from you."

Sen appears next to the dwarves holding his Silver tray. On it appears to be a moddled mixure of dwarven treats. Driend Mushrooms, wrapped in Lichen, and picked catapiller and cave worm.

"Gentlemen, should you require anything else in the way of libation, feel free to ask. The kitchen is already hot, and since I have returned, been made ready." Sen says bowing graciously.

Arriving shortly after Donovan, Voralen takes in all the new sights and sounds of Haven, he looks over everything and everyone and nottices Lambic setting shop up behind the bar.

*Turns to Donovan

"So Preceptor, this is home then?"

Awaits a response as he is still taking in all the sights, notticing quite a few folks who didnt travel with them through the portal, and one who did, that he must have missed, and a memory of this person feel very strong as he stares over at Sen

*As Gabrial appears on the other side of the portal he stops to take in his new surroundings. He notices Lambic walk behind what looks to be the bar and approches him.*

"May I have a travel mug of some of your not so finest?"

*Upon getting his puzzled look and his mug of ale Gabrial lifts his mug in the air and mummbles something to himself as he takes a haul off it. Then makes his way over to Donovan*

"I will be going for a walk as to learn your lands and as you seem to be a man of knowledge... Is there any areas that I should stay clear of, is there a village near by, and what type of creatures live in the area...."

*He has a rather long list of question he asks. Upon Donovans answer, Gabrial will gather up a light road snack and set out to learn his new home*

*Maximus takes the Mug from Woden*

Thank you brother. This is very hard for me to take in. One moment I was in pitch battle against dark elves, and the next the moment all that I care for is dead.

*The general sits down hard and drinks his ale down. Holding out his mug*

Lambic, do you have any more?

*Looks to Sen*

Thank you, but I will pass. My desire for food has left me.

*Turns back to Woden*

So is there any dwarven settlements left? Galen was friend of the dwarves for many turning of the cycle, but is he not human?

*The general looks shaken and sits drinking his ale and listens and watch's*